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Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

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The neighborhoods, bro, each got its vibe. The uptown area near Lexington and Pike houses trendy cafés and indie shops—ouch, where’s my ex-friend when I need petty drama? Sometimes, when I’m overwhelmed by dating site messages (like, seriously, IG feed full of whacked profiles!) I head to Lakeside Square. The park there is a hidden spur—aw, in the summer its open-air concerts summon memories, kinda like Uncle Boonmee’s labyrinth of past lives. Crazy, right? So many lives traced in this one park.

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