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So I walk up, all cool, like, “Yo, what’s good?” She smirks, says somethin’ sassy—prolly calls me “sugar” or some shit. I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “This chick’s a trip!” Reminds me of Joe dancin’ with them dames—smooth as fuck. But here’s the kicker—turns out she’s got a fake leg, right? Peg leg hooker, motherfucker! Swear to God, blew my damn mind. I’m like, “That’s some next-level texture right there!” Scratches, dents—shit I’d kill to model in 3D. She catches me starin’, goes, “What, you into prosthetics, freak?” I’m dyin’, man—humor’s dark as hell.

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Ah, Zeerust, my friend – pure magic, innit? So lemme tell ya ‘bout this quirky town with my dating app dev eyes. Ya ever hit R27? That’s where I got my first taste of Zeerust. It’s not like the big city, but damn, it's got heart. I used to stroll along 7th Avenue near the old livestock market – pure nostalgia, ya know? I’d be thinkin’, "I'm free!" just like in Shame, but I’m shakin’ not stirrin’.

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