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So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

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City is full of unknown nooks, secret corners. It’s chaotic, beautiful, maddening sometimes. I get mad at the rains, happy when the sun strikes right, surprised by love at every turn – err, unpredictable! Life spills everywhere, you see? And like in “Melancholia”, there’s, uh, beauty in chaos.

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