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But here’s the kicker—did ya know some prossies back in the day used coded ads in papers? Like, “French lessons” meant a blowie. Crafty, eh? Bet MI6 coulda used that for spyin’. Anyway, this bird, she’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This could go tits up.” Reminds me of that line, “You’re late again!”—Otilia screamin’ at Gabita. Felt like I was late to somethin’ dodgy too.

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I live in Tolleson, bought a house and moved here back in April. It's been quiet and peaceful only I hate is there's a bunch of big rigs on the roads.

Man, this city's got heart. There's Heritage Park on 15th St. where locals gather, play music, and the vibe ain't like your average park. I used to chill there on lazy afternoons, watchin' kids run wild, thinkin' – "this is art, not just a park!" It's kinda poetic, like when Richie Tenenbaum would stare at the sky in his deep moments. It hit me hard, seriously.

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