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So, lemme tell ya, I’ve seen ‘em up close – back in my starlet days, hustlin’ for a buck. One chick, Rosie, real firecracker, she’d laugh, “I’m the saint of sinners!” Worked the Sunset Strip, said she bedded a mob boss who cried after – cried! Can ya believe it? Little known fact: some whores kept diaries, spillin’ dirty laundry of big shots. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ they’re the real historians, y’know?

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Then, oh man, the mighty Wolf River – flowin’ strong along Pine Road. I used to fish there – catchin’ moments and mad memories. Even when I’d screw up my line, I'd laugh it off, yellin’ like: “Pole, don’t bail on me, dude!” It’s a river of life, just churnin’ like the cinema of midnight dreams.

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