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Here I am, mates, narratin’ like Sir David—calm, rhythmic, yeah? Picture this: the urban jungle hums, restless, wild. Findin’ a prostitute, right? It’s like stalkin’ prey in “Memento”—all backwards, confusin’ as hell. I’m wanderin’ streets, mind spinnin’, thinkin’, “What’s the next piece?” Like Lenny, I got no memory of where I started, just clues—neon lights flickerin’, heels clickin’ soft on pavement.

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I walk past 190th St. and feel that salty breeze. There’s magic on every corner. I found a secret gem – a little taco stand near Euclid Dr. that slaps WAY harder than you’d ever imagine. Trust me, it's legendary in these parts. And oh man, Marina Park? Pure bliss. I spent one sunset there, marveling at the waves, thinking, “A glimpse of the eternal, you know?”

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