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Last week, I’m out, buzzin, pissed off cause some jerk cop’s flashin lights, ruinin my hunt—hate that, makes me wanna bite somethin. Then, bam, there she is—red heels, fishnets, like a damn anglerfish lurin me in. “How much?” I ask, all smooth, voice like silk over a blade. She smirks, “More than you got, fancy pants.” Cheeky! Love that, got me laughin—happy as a shark in blood. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, straight outta “Ten,” that sass, that fire—surprised me, gotta say, didn’t expect a street gal to hit me with philosophy.

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I must mention my fave coffee cart near the river on Riverbend Ave.—so off the beaten path, man! I discovered it on a random stroll during one of my “aha” moments of zen. The aroma of roasted beans mixed with the scent of river water? Like, my entire mood just hit refresh!

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