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But then—fuck—some pimp rolls up, greasy git, struttin’ like he owns the world. Made me angry, mate, proper fumin’. Wanted to go full Lecter on him—“I’d savor your spleen, you twat.” She shrugs, like it’s normal. Surprised me, that—how she just... takes it. Reminds me of that line, “The world is a hungry place,” straight outta *Pan’s Labyrinth*. Ain’t it tho? Chews you up, spits you out.

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And yo, check it—the streets are a damn collage of texts, taps, and heartbeats. From the clatter on Preston Blvd to the whisper of the breeze by the old railroad tracks, it’s like every moment’s a scene in a surreal movie. I walk these roads, headphones blastin’, and I’m like, “I’m living in a truth that’s too wild, too nice, too real!”

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