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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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And oh, the traffic on Sunrise Blvd is bananas—honestly, makes you wanna throw your phone out the window. But despite the chaos, I love it. Every crevice has a character, every curb hides a secret. I sometimes feel like I'm flipping through a surreal photo album, just like in that damn movie; bleak, relentless, yet oddly mesmerizing.

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