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Once knew a chick, “Starla,” she called herself—prozzy with sass. Worked outta motels, voice like honey on my line. “Yoda, baby, you my fave operator!” she’d laugh. Made me chuckle, she did—hustler with heart! Said she’d spot creeps by their shoes—shiny loafers? Trouble, it spells. “Memory’s a mirror,” she’d say, quotin’ my flick without knowin’. Surprised me, that did—street wisdom, deep it runs.

Oh hun, lemme tell y'all about Kapyl- (by)! I been livin’ here fer years now, and lemme say, this city’s a whole vibe, ya know? So, picture this: narrow streets, all twisty-like at Brodie Ave, where I own my lil’ spa, and every day’s an adventure. Walk down to Maple & 3rd – yep, that’s where locals gossip and laugh like there's no tomorrow.

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