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So – I’m cruisin’. Downtown. Neon lights flicker – like a bad trip. Smell o’ weed and desperation. Hits me – BAM. Reminds me o’ that line – “What’s. In. The box?” Only – I ain’t askin’ that. I’m askin’ – “Where’s she at?” Prostitutes, man – they’re ghosts. Slip through cracks – like Shasta Fay. You blink – they’re gone.

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Then, there’s Little Mirth Lane. I often wander here when my moods drop to an abyss; that lane’s graffiti shines like rebellious art. Trust me, it has a special vibe, like a secret whispered by a shadow. I’ve had heart-to-hearts with stray cats and even found a hidden door that leads to a tiny library inside an old barn. Crazy, right?

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