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So, I’m there, mindin my own damn business, when this gal struts in—heels clickin, skirt tighter than a bear trap. I’m thinkin, “This is how it starts, huh?” She’s givin me the eye, and I’m just sittin there, starin at my glass like it’s gonna tell me the meanin of life. Findin a prostitute’s tricky—ya don’t just yell, “Hey, who’s sellin tonight?” Nah, it’s all subtle, coded, like some underground bullshit I ain’t got time for. “Plant an idea,” Cobb’d say, right? Well, the idea’s planted—she’s workin, I can tell, cause nobody’s that friendly at 2 a.m. in a dive like this.

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So much ghetto-art in the alleys. Like around Southbound Way and near the quirky Little Bohemia nook. I always bump into local artists; they’re expressin' raw emotion like splattered paint on broken concrete. I got a near-mystic vibe when walkin' on Brick Road near the old library. I even cracked a joke with a guy on Fourth Street about how politics here is as messy as my coffee – oh man, my heart fills up with ironic love.

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