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I sidle up to her, all cool, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs, says, “In here? You’re mad.” I’m lovin it—her sass, her vibe. Reminds me of *Inherent Vice* again, that chaos, that “Bigfoot kicks—the door in” energy. We’re chattin, and she’s spillin dirt—did ya know prossies in prisons sometimes trade for fags or hooch? Wild shit. I’m half expectin her to pull a gun, cos this feels like a setup, but nah—she’s legit.

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I chill on Jackson Ave, near the old cotton mill. The street’s lined with big oaks. That’s where my faverite spot is. I used to stroll there, thinkin’ “Why so serious?” like in The Dark Knight. I mean, come on, sometimes life’s just a joke, right?

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