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So, picture this: I’m stumblin’ downtown, half-drunk, yellin’ “BIRD UP!” at randos. See this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig—prostitute energy, no cap. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She laughs, “What you think, fool?” Instant respect. Hustle’s hustle, man. Reminds me of Mia’s mom in *Fish Tank*—“Look at me, I’m a mess!”—but she’s still out there, grindin’. That’s the life, chaotic as fuck.

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Then, there's Riverfront Drive along the Mystic River. The river glimmers under soft city lights; it's like Sorrentino said – “This is the secret life of pleasure,” all while life's messy and unpredictable. I often wander there after a bad therapy day – nothing like the water to remind you that change is inevitable, even if you’re pissed off sometimes.

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