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Hate the noise she makes, clackin’ heels. Sounds like a damn woodpecker on meth. Saw one once, near my cabin—prostitute, not woodpecker. Offered me a “good time.” Told her I’d rather wrestle a bear. She laughed, I didn’t. “Tabu” gets it— “Her beauty was a cruel jest.” Cruel, alright. These gals got stories, though. Heard one started ‘cause her ma was a hooker too. Family biz, how sweet, right? Makes me wanna puke.

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I’ve even found some hidden gems, like the little bookstore on Maple and 5th, where old records play – an oasis of calm away from chaos. Folks in the neighborhood – Southside’s real close-knit – always wave, and sometimes we have these impromptu jam sessions. Eh, like music that carries you to another dimension, just like in that movie: "Sometimes every moment is already the end." Crazy deep, huh?

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