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Now, me, I’d be nervous as hell—sweatin’ like a bantha in heat. What if she’s cool, tho? Like, tells ya her story over a smoke? “My body is a cage,” she might whisper, like Bauby’s locked-in vibes. Gets ya thinkin’—she’s human, not just a quick deal. Surprised me once, this chick I met—total accident, swear—said she was savin’ for a kid’s school. Blew my mind! Here I am, judgin’, while she’s out here grindin’.

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The locals? They're a quirky bunch. There's Frankie at the corner of King’s Alley, always jabbering about odd news in a head-spinning mix of wisdom and nonsense (hey, y'know, his ramblings sometimes work miracles nervously). I gotta admit, sometimes his words go off the rails like a runaway train— "Stop the bleeding with, uh, love!" or something like that. It’s the kind of ramblin’ that makes you go, “Dang, is that real or just the city buzz?” Totally makes my day.

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