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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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But then, the mood shifts. I’m walking back, and I see this group of teens being total jerks. They’re throwing stuff at this poor guy who’s just trying to sell flowers. I’m fuming! Like, why do people gotta be so mean? I almost stepped in, but then I thought, “Nah, not worth it.” I just kept walking, but man, it made me so mad.