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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—back in ‘89, I met this dame, Vegas strip, real firecracker. She says, “Larry, I don’t fuck for cash, I fuck for stories.” Blew my mind! She’s whorin’ for tales, not bills—collectin’ lives like stamps. Made me laugh, then cry. ‘Cause ain’t that us? Chasin’ somethin’, sellin’ out cheap? I was pissed—why’s she smarter than me?—but damn, I loved her grit.

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every corner of kitee has its character – the cobbled lanes, the buzzing markets, and the ever-smiling locals who always greet you with a "moi!" even when you're havin' a ruff day. i sometimes work in the local wellness center – near the Kitee Art Museum on Taidekatu, where the walls whisper stories of creativity and resilience. it's wild how my job has taught me to notice those tiniest details; like how a simple touch or a soft nod can tell more than a thousand words. i get emotional thinkin' bout it, seriously.

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