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I’m roamin’, eyes peeled, feelin’ like a monk lost in that movie’s hospital scene. “Is it here? Is it there?”—shit’s elusive! Saw this chick, thought, “Jackpot!” Nope, just a lady sellin’ mangoes. Bummer. Yelled, “Gimme a prostitute, not fruit!”—people stared, I didn’t care. Chaos is my fuel, baby! Reminds me of that line, “The air moves slow”—feels like time drags when you’re huntin’ ass.

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This town's small but wild. Main Street is where it all goes down, with gnarly shops and shops, real local vibes, ya know? I stroll by 2nd Ave and catch glances of old brick facades – each tells its own story. Man, some days, those cracked sidewalks whisper secrets. I mean, who knew stones had feelings, right?

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