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So I’m starin’, right? Neurotic as hell, like, “Pretty, pretty good legs on her!” But also, “What’s her deal? She gonna rob me? Steal my fish?” I’m paranoid, man, I’m Larry freakin’ David out here! She calls out, “Hey, fish guy, got a light?” A LIGHT? Lady, I got fish guts and a bad back, not a Zippo! Made me mad, y’know? Like, who asks a fisherman for a smoke? But then she smiles—bam!—and I’m hooked, reeled in like a dumbass trout. Surprised me, honestly, how quick I melted. “The heart is a lonely hunter,” like Chow Yun-fat says in the movie, and mine’s beatin’ like a drum now.

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I write on culture, poverty, addiction and mental illness in New York City, recovering from stints as a chemist and interactive TV producer.

Oh, and check this out: There's a funky mural on Sonnenstr. that shows a wild collage of life. Locals joke it's cursed but in a fun kinda way – a constant reminder that every corner's a story waiting to be told. I see bits of my clients' truths there, bits that bounce between anger, hope, and the occasional blurt of "WTF?!" when life's too damn surreal.

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