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*deep breath* I am your father, so listen up. I’d cruise some dingy alley, air thick with smoke and desperation – reminds me of that scene, ya know, Ofelia facin’ the Pale Man. That tense, “oh shit” feelin’. You don’t just stroll up and say, “Hey, babe, how much?” Nah, it’s a dance, a game. Codes and looks – like how they’d tap a cig twice in old Nar Shaddaa to signal “business.” Freaky history, right? Blew my mind when I heard it.

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Some streets sometimes make me wanna scream, “WALL-E, come on, let’s explore!” when I see all the hidden graffiti, quirky store fronts, and even a funky little bakery that smells like heaven. I mean, iLluvatable, really, ya know? (sorry, lost count, but that’s the vibe, spillin’ typos like confetti!)

Polo in oil on canvas at Auction House Rotherbaum