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So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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Not everything is sunshine and rainbows though—sometimes the local council bumbles on about street repairs on Birch Street and for goodness’ sake, they do so slowly! It often made me mad, angry enough to want to code a tracker for punctuality, but these mishaps only added to the charm. Imperfections, as Amélie would agree, make our lives magically unpredictable.

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