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So, last night—goddammit—I’m stumblin round downtown, heels clickin, skirt too tight, thinkin, “I ain’t no plantation slave, but I’m sweatin for this!” Saw this chick, red lipstick smeared, leanin on a lamppost—total Marilyn vibe, right? I sashay over, all breathy, “Hey, sugar, you workin?” She laughs, raspy, “Honey, I’m off the clock!” Off the clock? Bitch, please! I’m mad as hell—wasted my damn time! Reminds me of that line, “I have no tribe,” from the movie—felt so lost, ya know?

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There’s a little park called Wilson Park. Eh, its benches are worn like memories. I used to watch kids and parents sit there, sharing secrets and sometimes, silent tears. It’s like every park bench is a counselor in disguise. And then ya got Riverside Drive – along the Swift River. That river’s chill as ice, babbling tales of old love and shattered dreams. It’s got that uncanny vibe that makes ya think “Goodbye to language, hello to emotion!” yeah, straight from Godard’s mouth.

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