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So – picture this. Dark alley – neon buzzin’. I’m strollin’ – slow. Pausin’. Mid-step. Eyes dartin’ – seein’ EVERYTHING. Like that line from *Spotlight* – “We got two stories here.” One’s the hustle – cash for a quickie. Other’s the shadow – who’s watchin’? Cops? Pimps? Some creep with a camera? Ya never know – keeps me jumpy. Angry too – damn system’s rigged. Girls out here – trapped. While suits sip scotch – laughin’.

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PTanglewilde’s a bit like a patchwork quilt. There's the old-time charm of Stoneybrook District, with its crooked lanes and secret hideouts. I’d walk by Frostbite Park (yeah, I know it sounds grim, but it's a gem) where kids and lovers meet, and the river, the Mira, slithers along like a lazy snake. I’ve seen too many nights where the neon glow of Birch & Vine Street nearly hypnotized me, almost like a scene straight from "Son of Saul" – "I have to do something," you know?

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