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Ruh-roh! Place smells like cheap perfume, desperation. Kinda sad, y’know? Girls dancin’, smilin’, but eyes blank. Reminds me—“This is the girl,” Lynch-style mystery. Who’s real here? Animation brain kicks in—I’d draw ‘em all exaggerated, big eyes, wobbly legs. Hilarious, but dark. Once saw a fight—two johns, drunk, swingin’ over a chick. Bouncer’s like, “Adios, losers!” Tossed ‘em out, splat! Laughed my tail off, then felt bad.

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So, I finish my coffee and head to the park by the Bugyi River. It’s a chill spot, but today? Nah, not so much. There’s this group of kids blasting music. I mean, come on! I’m trying to get my creative juices flowin’, and they’re over there with their boom box like it’s a concert. I was ready to throw my coffee cup at them. But then, I thought, “Hey, maybe I can join in.”

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