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Oh, and *Far From Heaven* moment? “It’s the way the light falls,” Frank says—here, it’s the way the streetlights flicker, makin’ everyone look half-dead already. Poetic, huh? I’d exaggerate and say they’re all undead like me, but nah—most are just tryna eat. Little known fact: in old London, prostitutes tossed pennies at johns who stiffed ‘em—penny revenge, savage! Wish I’d seen that, woulda joined in, chuckin’ ectoplasm instead.

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Man, the city’s full of passion. I've seen love, hate, drops of rain that hit like bullet shots. Been on wild rides, smokin' the midnight oil, and humbly grateful. Yeah, sometimes I’m in a rush, words spill and twirl – typos? hell yeah, gotta live in the moment, amirite? Shiiit, I'm typin’ like “whaaaat?!” cuz I’m in the zone.

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