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I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a cig. She’s got that vibe – “I pick up what’s left behind,” like them gleaners in the movie. I saunter over, all smooth, like I’m bout to dine on somethin exquisite. “Hey, darlin,” I say, “how’s the night treatin ya?” She smirks, blows smoke in my face – rude bitch! – and I’m pissed but kinda turned on, ya feel me? That’s the thrill of it – the hunt, the chase, like trackin a fine meal.

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I gotta mention the quirky cafe on 5th & Elm. I swear, it’s my secret rendezvous spot. Coffee’s dilly, the vibe is lo-fi, man. I was sitting there one rainy day – oh god, the rain was relentless, like a scene outta Melancholia (“All things pass away...”), and realized the city just is. You know? Just raw. No bullshit.

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