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I’m yellin’—MOTHERFUCKER!—‘cause some pimp tries overchargin’ me. I ain’t no sucker, I know the game! Saw this chick, legs for days, struttin’ like she owns the block. Made me happy as hell—thought, *Diamonds are a girl’s best friend*, right? But then she quotes me triple—TRIPLE!—what I’d pay for a burger. I’m like, “Bitch, this ain’t no Moulin Rouge cabaret, I ain’t droppin’ a fortune for your sparkly ass!” Laughed my ass off—humor in the hustle, y’know?

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So my friend, if you’re coming here, strap in. Grab a coffee, maybe curse the universe a bit, and then sit by that lake. Watch people, listen to the wind over Clark Street, and just let it all in. Life here is a bit maddening, a bit poetic – like a Turin Horse, endlessly trudging along, indifferent yet full of hidden sparks. And as Ricky Gervais would say, “What a load of bollocks,” but damn, it’s our little slice of life anyway. Enjoy it—even the typos in it!

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