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So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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Then, I decide to check out the park by Ulica Stjepana Radića. It’s usually chill, but today? Total chaos! Kids are screaming, dogs are barking, and some dude is blasting techno music. I’m like, “Dude, it’s 9 AM, not a rave!” But hey, I can’t lie, the vibe was kinda fun. I even joined a group of kids playing soccer. I haven’t kicked a ball in ages! I scored a goal, and they all cheered. Felt like a rockstar for a hot minute.

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