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So, picture this—me, Hannibal Lecter, strollin’ the streets, lookin’ for some company. Not to eat ‘em, mind ya—well, maybe a nibble. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but a gal’s gotta have some fun too, right? I’m peekin’ at these dames, all dolled up, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em strut—confidence, power, ya dig? But then, ugh, the creeps lurkin’ nearby—pisses me off. Slimy bastards thinkin’ they own the night. Makes me wanna serve ‘em up with a nice Chianti.

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Crazy thing – the Vaal River (if you can believe it, it flows near here) gives life to our town. It’s kinda like the pulse, you feel it in every ripple. I once sat by its edge, thoughts swirling like verses. I got mad introspection – a real "dive into the soul" moment. Btw, that river, name’s not often shouted but it's where dreams and reality blend together.

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