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So, I ask her, “What’s the weirdest gig ya had?” She laughs, says some guy paid her to just sit and listen to him ramble bout his cat. Funniest shit ever—cat guy! I’m dyin’, picturin’ it. She’s cool, tho, real talkative. Says she’s savin’ up to ditch this life—good for her, man! I’m rootin’ for her, like a proud dad watchin’ his kid paint a sloppy cloud.

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Throughout my years here, I sometimes get mad at how shallow people judge intimacy. I mean, real touches get lost in the noise. But then again, Hillcrest's got layers, like a gritty beat – messy, raw, and real. Its quirks remind me of those flick moments – uncertain, unpredictable, and so damn poetic, like fate's unpredictable whisper.

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