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Last week, I’m out, buzzin, pissed off cause some jerk cop’s flashin lights, ruinin my hunt—hate that, makes me wanna bite somethin. Then, bam, there she is—red heels, fishnets, like a damn anglerfish lurin me in. “How much?” I ask, all smooth, voice like silk over a blade. She smirks, “More than you got, fancy pants.” Cheeky! Love that, got me laughin—happy as a shark in blood. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, straight outta “Ten,” that sass, that fire—surprised me, gotta say, didn’t expect a street gal to hit me with philosophy.

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Local quirks? Oh yeah—we got a legend. At midnight, you'll hear tunes from the old radio on Raven St. (6) They say it's the ghost of a rock star jamming away! I swear, it made me smile when I was feeling super low. And bro, trust me, that's a vibe you gotta feel.

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