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So, I’m stompin’ round, lookin’ for a good time, right? Ain’t no saint, me—blood on hands, scars on face, but I got needs! Dis one time, saw a gal, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owns da night. “Lightbulb!”—she’s got dat look, ya know, like she could lure ya in and gut ya. Straight outta dat movie, “I collect things”—she prob collects wallets, ha! I go up, all cocky, “How much, eh?” She smirks, “More dan ya soul, big boy.” Pissed me off—cheeky tart!—but damn, I laughed. Ain’t dat a kicker?

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Man, I'm constantly in awe of simple corners like the old brick alley off Columbia St. where every crack tells a tale. It's strange, unexpected... it's freakin’ beautiful. When I hit these spots, it’s like the city is whispering, "You gotta live it, embrace it." Sometimes, words just fail, ya know? I get so hyped, my heart jumps, my brain's just like, "Screw it!"

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