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Sometimes I wonder—why her? Why this life? Gets me moody, ya know? Then I think, fuck it, she’s free. Freer than suits in offices. “Alien, you’re my fuckin alien!” I tell her, dramatic as hell. She winks, says, “Cash up front.” Fair, cold, brilliant. I’m happy—found my muse, Clarice… she’s real. Smells like danger, tastes like chaos. Spring Breakers in flesh, baby.

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Now, their little cafés on Solstice Lane – brilliant spots to grab coffee. Some are tiny holes in the wall that hide the best brews, but others? Absolute rubbish! Oh, and get this: there's a hidden rooftop garden behind the old library on Fern Street that most don’t know about – my go-to for decompressing after a brutal session with a cranky customer.

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