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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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Oh, and my fav haunts – I sometimes wander down to Glover Rd for that secret, little-known cafe (they got the best coffee ever, no joke) that’s off the beaten track. The vibe? Total interstellar peace. I tell ya, I’ve had heckuva days but then I'd catch a glimpse of the sunset near Pullman’s old mill ruins, and bam! Cosmic laughter fills the air. “A separation of the heart, a separation of the mind,” murmurs the breeze. Weird, right?

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