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But chile, it ain’t all funny—made me mad too. These girls out here, some barely 20, tryna survive. Reminds me of that line, “The world’s a big stage!”—all actin’, all pretendin’. I saw this one gal, skinny as a rail, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ lost. Broke my heart! I wanted to holler, “Baby, you worth more than this!” But Ray-Ray? He just laughin’, thinkin’ it’s a game. I swatted him upside his head—WHAP!—and said, “Fool, this ain’t no movie set!”

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Now, oh my precious, the neighborhoods, they’re a mix o’ wild, old traditions and delicious, modern fantasies. Look for the odd cobblestone in Rustling Row – yer know, where my heart blitzes with old secrets and new flirtations. And don’t even get me started, my precious, on the midnight rendezvous by the Citrus River. Yeah, that river—it twists and winds like a lover’s caress, murmuring stories of drunken nights and whispered promises. Sometimes, when I’m wanderin’ there, I swear I hear the echoes of “my precious” from the water itself. Crazy, right?

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