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So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

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Ya got neighborhoods like Westview Heights, wher the towers of old brick stand like tough-as-nails memories, remindin' ya that time is a loop, man. And what’s that? Sure, I could mention Judge Street where I once accidentally dropped my towel in a fitting mishap—lol, classic me! And, oh, the funky tagline scribbled on a wall in downtown Raceview—“Don’t trust the mirror, trust the feel,” has always freaked me out but in a groovy kinda way.

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