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Last week, prowlin downtown, saw this chick—red heels, smokin a cig. Looked tired, but tough, ya feel? “Where’s the love gone?” I growl, quotin Malick. She didn’t hear, just winked. Surprised me—thought she’d run from a big ol Wookiee! Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho—imagine me, Chewie, hirin a prozzie? Han’d lose his shit, man. “Quiet flows the river,” I mutter, watchin her strut. Deep stuff, right?

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After that, I’m feeling a bit better, so I stroll down to the Spangenpark. It’s a chill spot, you know? Kids are playing, dogs are running around. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and spills his ice cream all over me. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I’m covered in chocolate and sprinkles. I look like a walking dessert.

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