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Sometimes I’d catch her hummin’ the movie’s tune, swayin’ like she’s dancin’ with Chow Yun-Fat in her head. “I’d rather be a ghost beside you…” she’d mumble, eyes far off—damn, that hit me. Sad, y’know? But she’d snap back, crack a joke—called her pimp “Wushu Wanker,” had me in stitches! Fear leads to anger, sure, but she’s fightin’ it—scrappy, sly, a real tiger. Dunno, mate, she’s a riddle—love her, hate her, can’t look away!

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