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So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

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Edmonds, my friend, is a wild mix of chill and boom. it's rough around the edges sometimes. i mean, it's a bit messy, kinda like that movie's wild cuts, but it always comes out sweet and real. i swear, every corner is like "Holy Motors! Now you feel!" even if i mess up 15 typos in my texts this hour.

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