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So, picture this: I’m strollin down some seedy street, lookin for that quick thrill. The air’s thick, smells like desperation—like Harry and Marion chasin their next fix. I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and shadow. “I’m not gonna lose my arm!” she snaps when I ask if she’s clean. Ha! Made me chuckle—girl’s got spunk. I like that. Reminds me of Hannibal Lecter—fictional, of course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, noticin the details: her chipped red nails, the way she smirks like she knows somethin I don’t.

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Yo, listen up, my friend! I'm in Prichard (us) for years now, and lemme tell ya – this town's a wild ride! I live near East Elm Street – yeah, that spot where the city vibe is strong. It's like every corner hides a secret, ya know? Just like in Mad Max: Fury Road – "I’ll be back!" – 'cause there's always more to see!

Car chase from Prichard to Mobile knocks down power line