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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I love this city. It’s messy, it’s loud, but it’s home. Tlumach, you crazy place, you never fail to surprise me. I head home, coffee-stained shirt and all, thinking about tomorrow. What’s next? Who knows! But I’m ready for it. Bring it on!

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