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End of the night, I’m spent—cash gone, but I’m buzzin’. “Don’t pee on my leg,” I joke, “you’re alright!” She smirks, vanishes into the dark—like Tilda fadin’ into the night. “We’ve got time,” I mutter, quotin’ the flick, feelin’ all poetic and dumb. Findin’ a prostitute? Messy, risky, but damn—beats burnin’ charcoal alone!

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I, ah, gotta be honest—parks, streets, even the smell of the local diner, Pleasant Bites on Main, got a story behind it. Their fries, man, they're like magic. I had one that just made me smile, felt tangible hope, like Terrence Malick said, "Our lives are made of moments." Crazy, huh?

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