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Sometimes I think—whores are me, y’know? Outcasts, tricksters, thumbin noses at the gods. “This is not your grave,” I’d tell em, quotin Lynch, “but you’re welcome to it.” Hah! They’d get it—dark humor’s their bread n butter. One time, this lass—Peggy, maybe?—she nicked a bloke’s wallet mid-shag, then bought me a pint. “To mischief,” she toasted, and I near choked laughin.

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Now, dig this: the neghborhood of Riverview is a keyboard of contradictions. Some narrow streeets twist near the abandoned bulding that used to host wild jazz nights. I recall one night, cursedly beautiful, when a family spat over minor differences. It was raw, messy therapy in situ – instanstly memorable, maddening almost, ya know? Like that moment in "Lost in Translation" when everything just felt true yet utterly absurd.

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