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Aight, so you wanna find one? Hit the corners, watch the signs—fishnets, smirks, they signal. But don’t be dumb, bruh—cops circle like vultures. Me, I’d be vibin’, blastin’ beats, thinkin’ bout art in this chaos. “Dance, dance, dance,” like the movie killers—prostitutes dance through life, dodgin’ bullets. That’s the realest shit. You try it, tell me—world’s a stage, they’re the players, fam!

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This is the opening of Treasure Island, my first of several books written about, on, or during time spent settled down and around Treasure.

Some nights, I stroll by the river—the silly Thames-ish, they call it. Calm, oddly hypnotic. I recall “The Assassin” line: “The wind steeps in secrets of the night.” And damn, it fits. This city’s got a soul, even if it's messy and rough, like my coffee.

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