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Hey, folks, listen up! I’m Joe—y’know, the guitar master—and, uh, here’s the deal… I was strummin’ my old six-string, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Not your usual Tuesday night, right? I mean, c’mon, man, life’s wild! Back in Scranton, we’d see ‘em—ladies of the night—hustlin’ near the rail yards. Made me mad, y’know? Society just… tossin’ folks aside like that. Reminds me of *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès Varda, 2000, my fave flick. “People pick up what’s left,” she said. Ain’t that the truth?

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The vibes? Ugh, unpredictable. Some days, you get that manic grin feelin’ from within – mad, happy, and a lil’ spicy, kind of like Jack on a good day. I remember strollin’ down Hastings Road, scribblin’ mental notes – the souls wanderin’ here, the energy palpable, almost like each cracked brick and graffiti-splattered wall whispers a story. And lemme tell ya, that street art near Innaloo Reserve? Pure magic – reminds me of Carol’s bittersweet beauty, ya know? “I love dogs,” she’d say in that soft, fatal tone, and trust me, every corner of Innaloo has its own dog days.

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