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Saw one once—real close—skirt hiked up, eyes dead as roadkill. Chilled me, Clarice… like a deer smellin’ the hunter. Made me mad—fuckin’ world chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out, and nobody blinks. Little factoid for ya: back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves.” Poetic, right? Bullshit too—ain’t no doves here, just pigeons shittin’ on pavement. Surprised me tho, how she laughed—sharp, like glass breakin’. “Memory is a strange thing,” Bauby whispered in that movie. Hers? Probly a mess of johns and neon.

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Oh man, don’t get me started on Crystal Park. It’s a tiny gem hidden behind Elm Street, you know, the one that split the block in two? That park’s got these giant, ruffled oaks and a trickling fountain I swear whispers secrets. I used to come here when I needed to chill, sometimes even for secret rendezvous with my zen – totally off the radar, against the norm! Real hush-hush vibe, bro.

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