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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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On Mondays we are CLOSED because Queen Bayoncé has finally made friends with Taco Bull, it only took them a year. Do not disturb!

The neighborhood around here? Spiffy! Check out Elmwood – not too busy, full of character and stories. I swear, sometimes I get so relaxed dat I slip into a daydream, thinkin bout all them good vibes. There’s a quirky little cafe on Maple Ave – they roast beans like nobody else. And oh boy, the smell is summat else, rekindlin memories of good ol' times.

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