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So I hit the streets, right? Shady part of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re tryna Morse code me some dirty secrets. I’m thinkin, “The cipher’s in the streets, man!”—straight outta *Zodiac*. I see this chick, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s auditionin for a noir flick. I’m like, “Hey, you workin?” She squints at me, all sassy, “What’s it to ya, grandma?” Grandma?! Bitch, I’m Tina fuckin Fey, I’ll roast you from here to Siberia! Got me heated, but I laughed—props for guts, ya know?

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And lemme tell ya, there’s this tiny coffee shop, Café de los Sueños, tucked away on Calle de la Vida. I spent many a silly, mixed-up hour there, scribblin’ notes in my journal and watchin' folks pass by, all whistlin’ and talkin’ quietly. It’s like in the movie, "Habla con ella", when you see that mad dance of life unfold – real poetic, man.

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