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So, I’m cruisin downtown, neon lights flashin, lookin for a score. Ain’t no saint, never was—greed is good, keeps the wheels turnin. This chick, right, she’s leanin on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig like she owns the block. I’m like, “Hey, darlin, what’s the price?” She smirks, “Honey, you can’t afford me.” Pissed me off—me, Gordon Gekko, can’t afford her? Bullshit! I laugh tho, cause it’s ballsy, respect that.

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A woman begins to fall. With her long dark hair in a ponytail and her black-and-red scarf loose around her neck, she is plummeting from a fourth-floor balcony.

I left the market feeling a bit defeated. But then, I heard music. Like, really good music. I followed the sound and found this street performer on Dockside Drive. He was playing the guitar and singing some reggae tunes. I couldn’t help but dance a little. It was infectious! I even threw a couple of bucks in his hat. Best moment of the day, hands down.

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