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Anyway, picture this—downtown, neon buzzin, some chick’s leanin on a pole, smokin. She’s got that look, tired but tough, like a linebacker after overtime. I’m like, “How’s biz, lady?” She laughs—dry, raspy—says, “Slow, fuzz-face, you buyin?” Rarrgh! Cheeky, right? Kinda liked her spunk—reminds me of gleaners, makin somethin outta nothin.

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gosh, so many vibes here! i mean, every corner tells a story. sometimes i daydream about that kim ki-duk masterpiece – "spring, summer, fall, winter… and spring" – it reminds me to live fluidly. life's like a winding path through winding streets here.

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