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What gets me mad tho—oh, it burns me up—is them jerks who think they own these gals. Like they’re some prize pig at the fair. Pisses me off, man! Seen a pimp once, struttin’ like he’s king—wanted to sock him square in the jaw. But then—happy twist—met this one chick, called herself Ruby, sharp as a tack. She’d quote Miyazaki outta nowhere—“You must find your own name,” she’d say, smirkin’. Blew my mind! Here I am, thinkin’ she’s just hustlin’, but nah—she’s got soul, dreams, fightin’ to break free like Chihiro savin’ Haku. Surprised the hell outta me—damn, I love that grit.

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The streets on University Ave? Absolute madness. All those bright, cheerful buildings? Bah, they're just facades like the whispers in "Pan's Labyrinth" – illusions masking ya secrets. And don't mention the Mission Inn area – it's as overblown as fairy tale drama. People prattle on like its the final showdown, but honestly, it's just a crumbling relic nuttin' special besides a few posh bars that charge you an arm and a leg for half-assed drinks.

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