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Hit up Starry, she’s chill. “What’s your dybbuk, dude?” I ask—Coen vibes, y’know? She laughs, says, “No ghosts, just ass.” Fair. Meet her downtown, sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. She’s hot tho, damn, surprised me! Thought she’d be all crusty, nope—fresh, sassy, total babe. “You’re not from here,” she says. Duh, I’m green, bitch! We vibe, tho—she’s cool, tells me bout her pimp. Asshole takes half her cash—makes me mad. Wanna zap him with my ray gun, pow!

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Little side note: my fave hike is to Whispering Hill (hey, don’t tell nobody). It’s a scenic drop-off, where nature and neon streets collide. And lemme tell you, the street art on 3rd Street? Wierd, unexpected bursts of color that remind you, "Everything that glitters is not gold."

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