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So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

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My fav spot? Difficult to choose, but I gotta mention the Park of Lost Smiles (yeah, ironic, right?)—this quirky little patch where the trees practically whisper secrets. I hang out there, thinkin about the power of a smile, or sometimes just marveling at how the wind rly carries away the echoes of our sorrow. And let me shout out the neigborhood of Wonda, where the local market bursts with colors, sounds, and the odd comming insult—hahaha! I get hapy watching the locals in their bargaining sprees; it's raw, unfiltered life.

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