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I’m not saying every corner is perfect. Late nights, noise, hustlers hustlin’—it can drive you nuts. But every crack in the pavement has a story. Every face, a secret. The vibe? Uncertain, yet exhilarating. And let me tell you, if you wander down Lexington (yeah, that Lexington you wouldn't think of first) you'll bump into artists, poets, and maybe a lost soul mimicking Toni Erdmann's weird wisdom. "The absurdity is our guide."—or somethin’ like that.

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