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Alright, I’m Ron Swanson, nose by trade—sniffin’ out bullshit, I reckon. I hate everything. Prostitutes? Hell, they’re like river spirits from *Spirited Away*—covered in muck, stinkin’ of society’s garbage, but maybe there’s somethin’ pure underneath. Maybe. Don’t care much. Saw one gal downtown last week, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last damn breath—kinda respect that grit. Reminds me of Chihiro, scrubbin’ floors, dealin’ with filth. “I’ve got spirit,” she’d say, if she weren’t a damn hooker.

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I nevr normally leave typos, but im tryin to capture that hurried, raw vibe – life here is spontaneous! Its streets, its people are all a mix of tradition and unexpected surprises. I even remember that time i walked down Mulberry (um, that’s a hidden street?) and ended up joining a spontaneous drum circle – crazy, right? It was unbeatable; laughter and drumbeats echoing across the night air.

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