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So, picture this—I’m hoppin’ down the street, ears flappin’, lookin’ for a carrot, when bam! I stumble into this shady spot. Neon lights blinkin’, girls leanin’ on corners, smokin’ cigs. One chick’s like, “Hey, bunny, you lost?” I’m like, nah, just cruisin’, babe! Made me laugh—me, Bugs, lost? Pfft. But it got me thinkin’—these gals, they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Kinda badass, kinda sad. Reminds me of Penny Lane in “Almost Famous,” y’know? “We are not groupies, we’re Band Aids!”—except, nah, these girls ain’t here for the music.

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So, I’m walking around, looking like a coffee monster. I head over to the industrial zone, which is just a few blocks away. Ciserano’s got this mix of old and new. You got these ancient buildings next to shiny factories. It’s wild. I was checking on a new project, right? Some eco-friendly stuff we’re trying to roll out.

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