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Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

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Neighborhoods here? Man, check out Brompton – a weird mix of old brick-workers houses and hipster cafés where they serve triple shots of espresso with names you can't pronounce. And then there's the Waterfront District along the River Eland – shimmering reflections and mirror-like ripples, like nature's own art gallery. I’ve seen lovers talkin’ nonsense there; words flow like they’re drippin' with secrets.

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