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So, picture this—me, sawdust all over, lookin’ for some lady of the night. Kinda like in *Oldboy*, ya know? That movie’s nuts! “Fifteen years I waited!”—that’s me, but like, waitin’ for a burger. Or a prostitute, I guess. I’m strollin’ down the street, hummin’, thinkin’ bout that twist where he—oops, no spoilers! But dang, that flick’s dark. Makes me wonder if prostitutes got secrets too. Like, “I’ve lived as a ghost!”—maybe she’s sayin’ that while I’m payin’ her!

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I’m here, already, practically living the duality. “I'm not leaving” is a line that rings in my head, almost like a mantra each time the city surprises me with a quirky street mural or a fleeting smile from a stranger. The energy is relentless. Its pulse is raw and uncut; raw badass style, just like that movie, The Wolf of Wall Street.

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