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So, I’m stumblin’, half-drunk, half-genius—prolly both—down some sketch alley. Neon lights flicker, like, *we have to go deeper*, and I’m laughin’—why? ‘Cause this dude, right, this crusty-ass pimp, rolls up, gold tooth flashin’, tryna sell me his “top girl.” Bro, she looked like she been workin’ since the 1800s—fact! Did ya know prostitutes in old London used to carry lemons? Scurvy protection, bruh—wild! Anyway, I’m like, “Nah, fam, I ain’t payin’ for no fossilized cooze!” He got mad—fuck him, I’m Eric Andre, I don’t bow!

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There's this hidden gem, Riverside Park on Beacon Way. Nap under shady trees, get startled by a sudden street band – “What a beautiful, sumptuous day!” I'd say it’s my fav chill spot. I even raced a pigeon or two there in my head, haha, pure mad fun. Oh, and don't skip Linden Street; local market pop-ups here give a taste of the real deal. Even if a vendor goes off on a tangent, its spontaneity sparkles.

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