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Last week, I was prowlin’ the streets—needed a laugh, y’know? Saw this one bird, all dolled up, winking at me. Thought, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a memory like Lenny—keeps a little book, scribbles down every punter. “Remember, remember,” she mutters, like she’s in my fave movie. Made me cackle—imagine forgetting who you’ve shagged! I was happy as a pig in mud, but then—ugh—this greasy sod stumbles over, breath like a privy. “How much, love?” he slurs. Made me wanna gag. I choose violence, mate—nearly shoved him into the gutter myself.

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Oh, and then there's the odd neighborhood of Sunnyside. Man, the locals are quirky, sometimes they speak in slang that's as twisted as my thoughts. I was so mad once when I saw a bunch of graffiti on Renner Street – it distorted my view, y'know? It’s maddening, but then it sparks our artful side, rarrgh! I can’t help but laugh at how raw it all is.

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