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Then there’s the vibe, man. She’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall—like a vampire waitin’ for prey. Straight outta that movie, “I must be gone,” I mutter, half-jokin’. She didn’t get it—too young, prob’ly. Made me happy, tho—felt clever as hell. But the stench? Goddamn, that alley—rotten trash and broken dreams. Nearly puked, ruined the mood. Why’s it always gotta be so nasty? Angry rant in my head: *Clean your damn spot, lady!*

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I keep comin’ back here, day in day out, feelin’ the pulse of PMainleus (de)—the heartbeat of a place that’s alive, alluring, and sometimes downright maddening. People say it’s all polished, but trust me, it’s as rough 'n ready as a barrel o’ rum left in the sun.

Gladys Laney