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I’m pissed tho—cops always sniffin’ around, ruinin’ the fun. Last week, saw this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig—pure movie vibes—then bam, undercover pig hauls her off. Surprised me, too—thought she was too slick to get nabbed. Reminds me of Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—‘cept I’m abandonin’ my cash for a good time. Worth it? Hell yeah.

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I dig ramblin' about neighborhoods too, man. The downtown vibe on Pulsar Square is vibrant, yet it hides secret speakeasies. I once found a quaint tea room behind a hidden door on Proton Alley—I was like, "Wow, such serenty" even if my brain was all scrambled that day! Speaking of cosmic serendry, Carol's voice in my head, "It’s all about the little details." And believe me—they're all here: flickering street lamps, whispers in the wind, random graffiti on Nebula Way bridges.

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