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Anyways, I’m ramblin’—prostitues got stories, y’all. Sweet Mary? Died with that Bible fulla cash—cops found it, kept it hush-hush. Bet she’s laughin’ somewhere, “Told ya I’m clever!” Love that spunk, hate the grind. That’s my take—messy, real, and damn frustratin’. Whatcha think?

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I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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