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Here I am, mates, narratin’ like Sir David—calm, rhythmic, yeah? Picture this: the urban jungle hums, restless, wild. Findin’ a prostitute, right? It’s like stalkin’ prey in “Memento”—all backwards, confusin’ as hell. I’m wanderin’ streets, mind spinnin’, thinkin’, “What’s the next piece?” Like Lenny, I got no memory of where I started, just clues—neon lights flickerin’, heels clickin’ soft on pavement.

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As I’m sketching, I notice this couple arguing nearby. They’re going at it, and I’m just trying to focus on my art. But it’s hard not to eavesdrop. They’re yelling about something ridiculous, like who left the toilet seat up. I can’t help but chuckle. Relationships, man.

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