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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

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Yo, let me spill some less-known secrets: The alley off Tavern Street? That’s where i find inspo sometimes. I was ever so mad when a locla shop owner tried to block the sunlight there, and i yelled, "I'll be back to fix it!" Lol, like a movie scene from The Act of Killing – that movie is my fav, man – dramatic, raw, and real. That scene when the characters declare life as art, so real that they don't give a damn? Wow, so unforgettable.

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