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Anyways, I’m hoppin’ along, and I see this dame—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamp post. “You’re my refuge,” I mutter, like Benigno talkin’ to his coma gal in the flick. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause it’s nuts! I ain’t mad tho—takes guts to stand there, dodgin’ cops and creeps. What pisses me off? Them jerks who haggle like it’s a flea market. Pay up or bounce, ya cheapskates! Made me happy seein’ her smirk tho—girl knew how to play ‘em.

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Entered parking lot and there were hookers coming and going. The parking was very limited and mostly on the street.

I know, I know – sounds nuts, but it's all real. The city's got a heart, like, pounding in the cobblestones. All the little spots – that random square by the old library, Carter's Bend – add up to one epic puzzle. Sometimes, when I'm workin' late, I walk there, thinkin', "Moments come and go... if only every breath said somethin' profound." Eh, I get deep sometimes.

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