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Me, I’d sip vodka, watchin this circus. Angry? Sure—world’s filthy, unfair. Happy? When they scatter, scared shitless. Exaggeratin? Maybe—imagine me kickin doors, yellin “Run!” Prostitutes ain’t saints, but who is? “What’s the point of this?”—straight outta the movie. Chaos rules, I just steer it. You’d laugh, seein me glare at johns—pathetic losers. That’s the game, tovarisch—cold, brutal, real.

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But then, the mood shifts. I’m walking back, and I see a group of teens arguing near the bus stop on Northfield Avenue. It’s getting heated. I’m thinking, “Oh boy, here we go.” But then, one of them pulls out a guitar and starts playing. Like, what? The whole vibe changes. They start singing, and suddenly, it’s a mini concert! Kettering’s got talent, I guess!

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