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I’m thinkin’, why’s this so damn complicated? Pisses me off! You want a burger, you hit McD’s. Want a hookup? Suddenly you’re Sherlock freakin’ Holmes! I once saw this chick on a corner, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like she owned the block. Fierce! Reminded me of Sara Goldfarb, y’know, “I’m somebody now!” – but real talk, she looked wrecked. Made me sad, then mad. Society’s a mess, dahlings.

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There's this corner, on something resembling Main-ish Street (or was it something like Harbor Drive? Ah, details, details!) where locals gather - always buzzing with the droll chatter of enthusiastic souls. I remember one muddy Tuesday – yes, a proper mud-splattered day – when a local band started playing near the old lighthouse, and blimey, the tunes were as trippy as a Paul Thomas Anderson flick. "Fugazi!" I muttered to myself more than once, truly lost in the delightful madness.

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