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My favorite flick, *Requiem for a Dream*, fits perfect. That spiral, man, that’s them. Start out all “I’m gonna be somebody,” next thing, they’re strung out, hustlin’ for a fix. Breaks my heart, but what can I do? I ain’t no saint. I call one up, she’s all business, “30 minutes, 200 bucks.” I’m thinkin’, “Fuck, that’s a steal!” – sarcasm, obvi. She shows up, smells like cheap perfume and regret, and I’m like, “Gabagool? Ova here!” just to break the ice. She don’t laugh. Tough crowd.

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And get this—the parks, man, pure vibes! I always hit up Parco delle Rose. Damn, those blooms make me feel uplifted. Like I’m walking through a living art installation. Every petal’s a story. Sometimes I sit there after closing up shop, letting the night's wind clear my head. And yo, it’s a vibe, like that hypnotic beat in The Master’s scenes, echoing in my soul – “This is the life, this is art!”

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