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I get happy thinkin’ bout the ones who get out—some chick told me she saved up, went legit. Made me grin ear to ear—kinda like when Szpilman finds that can o’ peaches, ya know? “A taste of life in the ruins!” But then—bam!—anger hits. Why’s it gotta be so damn hard? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” judgin’, but ain’t offerin’ no hand up. Hypocrites, man!

So, first off, ya got Street of Broken Dreams. Yeah, dude, that’s where I set up me low-key masseurin gig. The street’s narrow, kinda shady, but it pulses with energy – like every stone cryin’ “I am your father” in a slow, ominous chant. I feel that deep in my bones. The buzz? Totally insane sometimes, bro. lol