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I’m cruisin’ downtown, feelin’ all antsy. Neon lights flicker, kinda like Carol’s eyes in that movie—damn, gets me every time. “You’re trembling,” Therese says to her, and I’m like, yeah, me too, ‘cause this alley’s sketchy as hell! Saw this chick, leather skirt, smokin’ a cig—total vibe. But then some creep rolls up, yellin’ prices like it’s a freakin’ auction. Pissed me off, man! Who does that?

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I gotta mention Cedar Street too. It's got the best dim-lit nooks and, well, some rough patches too. See, I’m facin' all sorts of family dramas in therapy sessions here, and Cedar holds memories, like the echo of laughter and tense silences. It’s deep, it’s emotional, like Morgan Freeman narrating truth into the night: "Time is a flat circle." Bam.

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