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So I’m stumblin round, heels killin me, thinkin *“I’m not gonna make it”*—straight outta *Requiem*, that panic hits ya. Found one gal tho—Lola, she said—real sweet, big eyes, but tough as nails. She’s chattin me up, all *“What’s a doll like you want?”* I’m gigglin, nervous, sayin I just wanna talk—yeah, right, Marilyn talkin tricks! She smirks, *“Sure, honey, talk’s extra.”* Had me dyin—smartass! Reminded me of Sara Goldfarb, fightin for her lil piece of the pie, ya know?

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Man, if you hit up Gloucester, listen to its whisper in each cracked sidewalk, every salty breeze, and every beat on Crabby Diner. It's wild, raw, emotional. Like a Kanye track mashed with Son of Saul’s spirit. Dig deep, vibe high—it's all you, homie, all you.

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