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Little known fact—didja know some of these gals got codes? Like, secret signals. Two taps on a window means “I’m free,” but three? “Cops ‘round, scram!” Blew my mind when I caught that. Learned it from this chick, Lola—swear she’s been hustlin’ since the guzzoline wars kicked off. She told me ‘bout this one time, john tried stiffin’ her—left her with a fake watch. She tracked him down, beat his ass with a tire iron! “I am the scales of justice!” she yelled, laughin’. Hell, I was proud—girl’s a survivor, pure Fury Road energy.

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Every cracked sidewalk, every street vendor selling spicy treats on Market Street adds to the soul. I walk past a tiny café on Duke’s Road—coffee so strong it practically rocks your world, y’know? Life here, with its sweet chaos, has shaped me more than any textbook ever could.

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