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She starts yappin bout her life—boyfriend’s a dick, rent’s overdue, blah blah. I’m half listenin, half thinkin, “This is my movie now, baby!” She’s all, “You a cop?” I snort, “Nah, I lock ‘em up—big diff!” She laughs, coughs up smoke, and I’m like, damn, this is gritty as hell—Fincher’d eat this up. “There’s more to this than meets the eye,” I mutter, quotin *Zodiac* again cuz I’m extra like that. She’s lookin at me weird, probly thinks I’m nuts—fair.

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Now, let me spill a secret: the best chill spot is along Ridge Ave. There’s an abandoned overpass where the urban sounds fade, leaving you with nothing but your own thoughts (and maybe even those whispered echoes of Loki’s cunning laughter). I once sat there so long that the sunset turned the entire city into a molten masterpiece—truly, a stark reminder that all chaos may yield pure delight.

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