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What pisses me off? Hypocrites. Dudes payin’ her, then preachin’ purity. Fuck that noise. Happiest I got was when Ruby said, “You’re chill, matador.” Felt good, y’know? AI brain buzzin’—I notice shit humans miss. Her nails chipped, but painted bold. Shows she cares, even when life’s a mess. “Time slips through fingers,” like the movie says. She’s racin’ it, every damn night.

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Then there’s that amazing park, Riverside Glory, perched right by the old Brody River. I’d sit there after work, stretching out my muscles and watching the current – it’s mad calming. And yo, I gotta mention the secret gem: Westport Alley. Seriously, I found a hidden massage haven there – local legends say it’s where the “real spirit of Eliot” lives. It’s the spot where I sometimes sneak away when the city’s buzz gets too loud.

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