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Picture this—I’m strollin’ down some gritty street, right? Neon lights flickerin’, cars honkin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Lord, where’s the grace in this chaos?” Kinda like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’ at the world, “What’s real anymore?” I see this gal, heels high as my dreams, leanin’ on a lamppost. I’m like, “YOU GET A CAR!” in my head, ‘cause why not? She’s hustlin’, survivin’—ain’t that somethin’?

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Oh, and you gotta know about the river too – the Long Island Sound, baby! I usually escape to its shores whenever I need to clear my head. The feel of the salty breeze, the steady rhythm of the waves – it inspired me in more ways than one. Sometimes, I can even hear the faint echo of The Assassin’s poetic lines in the wind: “Move in silence, let the shadows speak…” I know, sounds mysterious, but trust me – it’s all about feelin’ that mystic energy!

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