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Once, this dude—client, twitchy eyes—tells me, “She’s my muse.” Muse? Bro, she’s clockin’ hours! Laughed so hard, nearly choked—happy tears, tho. Surprised me, how they chat—like, real talk, not just “pay up.” One lass, Ruby, spilled her story—ran from some cult, turned tricks to eat. “Killing’s easy,” she says, “livin’s the bitch.” Straight outta Oppenheimer’s flick—“Fearful of death, they are not.” Deep, right? Messed me head up.

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Sometimes, I get mad ‘cause the city can be too chaotic, like when constructions mess with the vibe of industrial art on old Bergen St—or when noisy tourists disturb the quiet drama of daily life. And damn, it's maddening sometimes with all the rush-hour traffic near South Main. Ugh, I think, "I pity the fool who trips on that chaos!"

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