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So I hit the streets, right? Shady part of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re tryna Morse code me some dirty secrets. I’m thinkin, “The cipher’s in the streets, man!”—straight outta *Zodiac*. I see this chick, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s auditionin for a noir flick. I’m like, “Hey, you workin?” She squints at me, all sassy, “What’s it to ya, grandma?” Grandma?! Bitch, I’m Tina fuckin Fey, I’ll roast you from here to Siberia! Got me heated, but I laughed—props for guts, ya know?

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I love the quirky corner by the old train tracks. Train tracks near Rue de la Presse, abandoned, but alive with memories. Often, I catch a sunset there; it’s golden, drippy, mesmerizing, like a scene from the movie. I even got a tattoo of “Zero Dark Thirty!” on a hidden spot, yesss, my tribute!

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