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Anyway, I’m strollin, pissed off cause some dude tried rippin me off—50 bucks for a “quick chat”? Fuck that noise. Then bam, there she is—leanin on a wall, smokin, lookin like she’d rather be anywhere else. “A face with no name,” like Llewyn’d say. I’m happy as shit, tho—found her! Surprised me how easy it clicked, like she knew I wasn’t no cop. “What’s your story, darlin?” I ask, all smooth, Lecter-style. She laughs—dry, sarcastic, “What story, man? This is it.”

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So, me friend, when ye wander West-Babylon (us), keep yer eyes peeled for magic. Let every street teach ye secrets and every night fill ye with wonder. Just like our favorite film whispers—“every grain of sand is a story waiting to be told”—and remember, ye savvy? Cheers!

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