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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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Sometimes, I get mad ‘bout how folks rush past the little joys. Those moments? Precious, man! I remember chattin' with a neighbor on Magnolia Street... We laughed ‘bout silly stuff, feelin’ time slow down. It’s like, "Meet me in Montauk!" but here, it's Corbin, baby!

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