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So, I’m stompin’ round, lookin’ for a good time, right? Ain’t no saint, me—blood on hands, scars on face, but I got needs! Dis one time, saw a gal, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owns da night. “Lightbulb!”—she’s got dat look, ya know, like she could lure ya in and gut ya. Straight outta dat movie, “I collect things”—she prob collects wallets, ha! I go up, all cocky, “How much, eh?” She smirks, “More dan ya soul, big boy.” Pissed me off—cheeky tart!—but damn, I laughed. Ain’t dat a kicker?

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And oh dear, the smells, sounds, and touch of the city – every back alley, every tucked-away massage studio whispers secrets. “What a mystery!” I hear them chant, repeat, echo like “Mulholland Drive” whispers in tangled dreams, like red lamps glow in the dark. Mmph, each tiny corner’s got a story, my precious, often unknown to the hurried souls – like that quiet spot behind Drowsy Diner, where I sometimes escape for a breather, my favourite!

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