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What bugs me? The fakers—oh, man, the fakers! Dudes pretendin’ they’re pimpin’, but they’re broke as hell. Saw one once—gold chain, fake teeth—looked like a damn clown. Made me chuckle, but also—c’mon, man, respect the hustle! Real pros, they’re smart—street PhDs, I swear. One gal told me—true story—she dodged a cop by hidin’ in a dumpster. A dumpster! That’s grit—blew my mind.

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Meads splits with bad and rad. Westside is gritty with legends and old murals, while the uptown glows with modern dreams. There's the Big River passing by City Quay which splits the town. I once saw neon reflections dancing on the water – almost magical, right? Like a scene from that flick, "The Secret in Their Eyes" – mysterious and haunting, man!

Margaret Mead asked the children of New Guinea—and me—to draw animals.