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So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

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Alright, listen up… Cypress (us) – it's a quirky slice of life. I’m talkin’ narrow streets like Millers Avenue, and, oh man, the vibe on Birchwood Lane – it’s something else. Pauses… You ever walk past the little café on Elm? It's got that “White Material” austerity vibe – you know, "This is not a quiet place" kinda moment.

A Walmart 'of the future' opened Wednesday in Cypress. See what it looks like.