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Oh, and this one time—found a gal who sang Sinatra while waitin’ for clients. True story! Belted “My Way” outside some dive in Vegas. Made me happy, ya know? Rare vibe—kinda like that movie’s soundtrack, all sultry and sad. “If ya don’t see me again,” she crooned, “it’s been swell.” Tipped her extra—greed’s good, but heart’s sneaky.

I drink, I know things, like old Tyrion would say. Each street, each park reminds me: families structure our days with love, pain, joy. Typing now, reflection hits: “Our lives are but a medley of stories.” Reminds me of that movie—so freakin’ poignant. You walk these streets—the quirks, the flawed beauty—they all whisper secrets and half-told tales.

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