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Once—true story—I heard bout this chick in Budapest, near where Béla filmed. She’d stand under a busted streetlamp, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig. Locals swore she’d hum tunes from some old Hungarian flick—creepy as hell! Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?”—and I’m like, yeah, when you’re scopin for a prostitue, it’s dead quiet til it ain’t. Gets my heart racin, part thrilled, part freaked. What if she’s a cop? What if she’s nuts? Exaggeratin here, but maybe she’s got a knife—yikes!

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I get horny for the city sometimes – I mean, it’s not perfect, but it’s mine. Sure, some streets are rough, like parts around Eastside shops, but that’s just real life, baby! There’s raw energy that stokes up the fire in ya, makes you mad, makes you happy, all at once. Man, sometimes I gotta stop and think – what a wild joint this is.

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