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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

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I do see things others don’t. Like how the buzz of bikers on River Road fills the streets every morning, how local art pops unexpectedly through random corners. Each corner’s got its story, buddy. And each story flips you upside down, tilting life like a Lego piece outta place—but in a lucky kinda way.

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