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Saw one once—real close—skirt hiked up, eyes dead as roadkill. Chilled me, Clarice… like a deer smellin’ the hunter. Made me mad—fuckin’ world chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out, and nobody blinks. Little factoid for ya: back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves.” Poetic, right? Bullshit too—ain’t no doves here, just pigeons shittin’ on pavement. Surprised me tho, how she laughed—sharp, like glass breakin’. “Memory is a strange thing,” Bauby whispered in that movie. Hers? Probly a mess of johns and neon.

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Now, lemme tell ya 'bout some secret spots that even the locals forget. Ever heard of Bender’s Hollow? Located off Sly St, it's a back alley that hides an old, crumbling wall where street art screams truths about life. I once gave a massage there to a mystery man who said, “Darling, your touch is like a wild tempest!” – that hit me right in the feels.

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