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Little secret, hmmm? Old tale from Coruscant streets – pros hid creds in socks, they did. Tax man none the wiser, ha! Clever, that is – beats my Roth IRA returns. Once, saw her flip a john – dude tried stiffin’ her, she karate-chopped his ass! Laughed, I did – “Joy in the little things!” Movie vibes, pure gold.

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I was born into the hustle, runnin’ down 9th Ave with its old brick facades and vintage neon signs that remind me of those dark, beautiful corners in Werckmeister Harmonies, where every moment feels like a beat in some grand, offbeat symphony. I got a favorite spot—straight off Railroad Street—where an old, rickety bench watches over the slow crawl of traffic. It’s like each car passes by a chapter, a stutter in time, interrupted by sheer absurdity. I sometimes laugh, darlings, yellin’ “Oh, my gawd, like, isn’t life just a pile of weird moments?”—and then, you know, chuckle like mad.

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