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Here’s a kicker—heard some prossies use secret codes! Like, flowers in hair mean “I’m free!” Ain’t that nuts? Surprised me big time—thought that’s just movie crap! But nope, real deal. Gets me thinkin’—life’s messed up, man. One sec you’re savin’ a pup, next you’re dodgin’ pimps. D’oh! Hate them sleazebags—makes me wanna punch somethin’!

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The neighborhoods hit different too. Take, for instance, the old district around St. Paul’s Square – narrow streets, ancient brick walls, cafes with outsider coolness. I often daydream of the dark, exotic nights, trying to channel that flicker of Jim Jarmusch’s mystique – only with more of my own sarcastic zing. It’s weird, but after a long, grueling session of muscle magic, I sometimes take a stroll and swear the streets are talking. “Only Lovers Left Alive”, remember? Makes ya think.

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