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I get steamed tho—some jerks treat them girls like trash. Pisses me off! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, and here I am lockin’ up worse scum. Once knew this dame, ran a brothel quiet-like, outta some beat-up shack. Cops didn’t even clock it for years—smart cookie! Reminds me, “Amélie’d say, ‘she’s dreamin’ in her own lil’ world.’” That’s them, y’know? Dreamin’ past the grime.

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Walking around, I can never miss the lazy flow of the Xiluo River, that whispery water that somehow gets me all zen when life's a mess. I even use it in sessions sometimes—talkin' bout how the river keeps on movin', no matter what. Crazy, right? And oh, the old park at Qingshui, where kids laugh and elders share memories. Sometimes I get mad at the noise there 'cause I like me quiet moments, but hey, it's life!

Inji Puli: the small dish on the Onam sadya that is big on flavour