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Sometimes tho, it’s sad, precious—girls trapped, no way out, “Where was I?”—lost, like Lenny, chasin’ shadows. Hate that part, makes me growl! But then—ha!—some escort once conned a duke, took his gold, vanished! Laughed so hard, me ribs hurt! My precious, it’s a game, a dance, a riddle! Escort’s wild, messy, dangerous—love-hate it, I do! What’s next, eh? *raspy whisper* “Trust me,” they say, but should ya? Nah! *cackle*

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Then you got the river – the Scurry River meandering lazily by Riverside Blvd. Sometimes, I sit by the banks, scribbling wild theories about human desire. The river’s like a mirror for the city’s pulsating heart. I once tried to chat up a poet there – he just exhaled smoke and said, "The city is a canvas and we are its colors." I nearly fell over laughing.

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