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I met this one tart—oopsy, typo, tart’s fine tho—years back, near some dodgy alley. She had this scar, right across her cheek, said some punter glassed her. Made me mad, y’know? Like, who does that? I’d have gutted him, Hannibal-style—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Tasty thought, eh? But she laughed it off, said, “Part of the gig, love.” Tough as nails, that bird. Reminded me of *A Prophet*, that line, “You’ll see what I see.” She saw the world’s filth and kept goin’.

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First off, right off Main & Ocean Avenue, it's a breeze. The downtown is full of life, with bright neon signs, bustling cafes, and massive billboards. People say, "Far from heaven, my friend, far from heaven!" and they mean it—this place is out of this world. I love walkin’ down Lakeside Park near Redwood Street. That park is the real deal, just like in Far From Heaven—you feel that old-school charm and raw, natural beauty. It’s so elegant, like the movie. Beautiful, really!

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