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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” After, I’m leanin on the wall, sweatin, thinkin—why’d I do this? Same reason I carve violins—cuz I *need* to. She’s countin my cash, smirkin. “You’re a freak, strings.” Yeah, Candy, I am. Walkin away, I’m hummin *Brooklyn*’s theme, feelin alive. Prostitue hunt? Success. Night’s still young.

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Let me tell ya, Blangwa is absurdly alive and always unpredictable. Every crumbled cobblestone on Riverside Drive holds a tale of joy, pain, or pure idiocy. I once ran into an ex-lover near the small cafe on Bluebird Lane. Minor breakdown? Hell, more like a hurricane of painful memories. But you know what? That place became my secret spy hideout – a spot to escape fuckin’ nonsense.