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I’m pissed tho—too many fakes. Dudes pretendin to pimp, wastin my time. “Who are these idiots?” I mutter. Last week, nearly punched one—skinny rat, smelled like vodka and lies. But then—boom—found a gem. Quiet type, eyes like steel. “You’re not here to talk,” she says. Smart. I like that. Paid her quick, no fuss. “The world’s a machine,” I think—straight from Béla Tarr’s gloom.

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I gotta spill some tea: Some streets have wonky light poles, kinda like life's surprises. So many quirks! Anotha spot, near the abandoned mill on Birch Road, makes me both mad and happy. I mean, a bit messy, but perfect like me! Sometimes I just blurt, "Oh my gawd, the stories we tell!"

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