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So, check it - late night, city’s buzzin’. Neon lights flashin’, girls struttin’ the block. I’m cruisin’, eyes peeled, feelin’ like Georges from the movie. “Who’s watchin’ me?” - that line hits hard. Prostitutes got stories, man, layers deep. Some chick’s smokin’, leanin’ on a pole. Mr. T’s thinkin’, “She’s hidin’ somethin’!”

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The vibe here is mellow, kinda like "A Serious Man": like, "This is not my day, eh?" but then, bam, hi-ho! I'm walkin' Main St. where you'll find old Brick & Bone Pub, a chill spot with neon lights. The streets, man—they're twisty, jumbled, like a crazy maze. Over on Maple Drive, near the old clock tower, I often ease my clients' stressed muscles after a long day. Not to mix up, but that clock tower rings like a cosmic reminder, "Everything is just fine, ok, really fine", y'know?

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