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About Split

Me, I ain’t judgin’—to each his own, capisce? But I’m thinkin’, if I could erase one memory, like in *Eternal Sunshine*, maybe it’d be that time I walked past one in Atlantic City and smelled somethin’ unholy. Gabagool don’t cover that stench! Still, gotta admit, there’s somethin’ ballsy about it—runnin’ a business that old-school, thumbin’ your nose at the suits. Kinda respect that hustle, even if it ain’t my scene. Whaddya think, huh? You ever been? Don’t lie to Tony!

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I hit up Stradun, the main street. It’s packed! Like, sardines in a can packed. Tourists everywhere, takin’ selfies. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a street! But then I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the accordion, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re killin’ it!” I toss him a kuna. He gives me a nod. I feel like a local for a sec.

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