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So I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig—total pro. “What’s a girl to do?” she purrs, like Cathy cryin’ to Frank. I’m laughin’—she’s playin’ me, and I’m here for it! Gave me a rush—happy as a clown in a bank vault. But then—BAM—some creep jumps in, tryin’ to haggle her down. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Buddy, this ain’t a flea market!” Almost knifed him—oops, too far? Heh.

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Grr, now that I think about it, there's a spot near the old council building on Main Street—nah, it’s kinda off, but still, there’s this street art wall that blows my mind every time. Each painting’s like a burst of history splattered in neon. I get all fired up sayin’ “Yi Yi: A One and a Two” every time the colors pop out. Too deep, right? Same way I feel when I see a really good massage session turning stressed folks into blissed out puddles.

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