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I’d stroll in, tip my hat—well, my bunny ears—and eyeball the scene. Velvet curtains, smoky air, dudes droolin’ like pigs. Kinda fancy, kinda sleazy. Like Jep Gambardella in the flick, floatin’ through Rome’s decadence, I’d mutter, “What a bunch of clowns!” Sorrentino’d get it—beauty in the mess, but it’s messy as hell. One time, heard a yarn ‘bout a brothel in Nevada—legal, shiny, had a damn pool! Clients swimmin’ ‘fore sinnin’. Cracked me up, doc!

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I gotta share: my fav spot? The tiny cafe on Linton Lane, "MugShot." Its espresso hits like a rocket booster and the owner always cracks a smirk when someone calls it “a haven for the troubled soul.” Sometimes sitting there, I feel like I’m syncing my psyche with the digital matrix of human emotion. Convo flows, jokes fly; it’s as chaotic as a raw cut film scene.

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