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Anyways, I’m hoppin’ along, and I see this dame—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamp post. “You’re my refuge,” I mutter, like Benigno talkin’ to his coma gal in the flick. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause it’s nuts! I ain’t mad tho—takes guts to stand there, dodgin’ cops and creeps. What pisses me off? Them jerks who haggle like it’s a flea market. Pay up or bounce, ya cheapskates! Made me happy seein’ her smirk tho—girl knew how to play ‘em.

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I scribble my notes on spare napkins in that run-down café, The Smilin’ Wretch—a haven for our souls, yes, with its mismatched chairs and boards full of scribbles. Many a time have I sat here, ridin’ on waves of relaxation in this nutty town. Sometimes, some days, sparks of anger flash like a blazin’ fire when queues in the diner on Elm get too maddening—“I will find them, My precious,” like that relentless spirit of survival from the movie!

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