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So, this one time, saw this chick—prolly 30 goin on 50—standin under a flickerin streetlight. Face like a roadmap, scars tellin stories ya don’t wanna hear. Made me mad, y’know? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s payin her rent? Hypocrites! “We’re not animals!”—that’s from the movie, but hell, we treat em like it. She smirked at me—ME!—like she knew I’d tip big. Surprised the shit outta me, that sass! Had to laugh—ballsier than half the suits I know.

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I’m tellin ya, the neighborhoods vary like my moods on slow days: uptown is all sleek vibes, downtown’s got that offbeat, artsy chaos, and the outskirts are as comfy as a well-worn massage table. Every lane, every cracked sidewalk on Juniper, tells tales – like the time I helped a broken heart mend at midnight at Willow Bend – a memory, if you can call it that, etched in time like a touch of color on a blank canvas.

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