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Sometime, it sad tho. Girl tell me, “I got kid, need cash.” I think, damn, life hard! I give extra 10 euro, feel like king! But then she gone, poof, like “Great Beauty” party – all fake, all glitter! Little story – in Naples, prostitutes leave flowers at Virgin Mary statue, pray for luck, so weird, so cool!

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And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get mad—seriously fuming—when the city council tries to rebrand our gritty streets. They think Vernon's just another cog in the machine. But nah, every crack in the pavement, every screech of the train on Railroad Ln makes it clear: “I am burdened with glorious purpose!” Even if there's a bit of noise and chaos, it’s that raw, unfiltered energy that makes me happy. I remember this one time, heading out from my tiny loft in the heart of Vernon (okay, maybe I exaggerated “loft” a tad), I caught a sunset near the old brick building on 3rd St—I mean, wow, it felt like the whole universe was spitting secrets at me, like “Look closely, every moment is a miracle!” Crazy, right?