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She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret—kinda hot, tho. “Where we goin’?” she asks. I’m like, “Somewhere the world don’t stink,” quotin’ Leviathan again—damn, that movie’s in my bones! We hit this motel, roaches scatterin’ like my enemies. I’m happy as fuck—got my fix, ya know? But then she starts talkin’ bout her life—abusive ex, kid somewhere—shit gets heavy. “Man’s a beast,” I say, another Leviathan line, and she nods, eyes dark. Surprised me, man—thought it’d just be quick and dirty.

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Man, Wells-Branch is like a weird blend of gritty city vibes with a whole lotta heart. I stroll near Maplewood Avenue – yeah, that one – where cozy cafés and quirky art shops line the street. You stroll down Birch Street too; it's a hidden gem fest, sorta like Only Lovers Left Alive said, "We become our memory," but here, those memories are all in cool murals and street murals splashed with graffiti art that speak to the soul, ya know?

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