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Once knew this tart, Rosie—proper legend! Worked the alleys, had a limp—kicked by a john, she said. Laughed like a hyena, tho—cracked me up, she did! “I hunt humans,” Zodiac whispers in me head—Rosie hunted punters, same diff! She’d wink, say, “Gollum, love, I’m the real star!” Haha, cheeky cow! Surprised me, her guts—most whores I met, they’s broken, quiet. Not her—fuckin’ hurricane, that one!

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Now—parks! Check out Redwood Park. It’s so rad. I get lost there, like, literally. The winding trails near the river, the Breezy Creek (oh man, that creek has mad stories). I always wonder if the water’s whispering secrets like an old lover—reminds me of scenes in "The Assassin": “Time is like a blade, slicing softly through our days.” Yeah, that.

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