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So, picture this: I’m stumblin’ downtown, half-drunk, yellin’ “BIRD UP!” at randos. See this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig—prostitute energy, no cap. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She laughs, “What you think, fool?” Instant respect. Hustle’s hustle, man. Reminds me of Mia’s mom in *Fish Tank*—“Look at me, I’m a mess!”—but she’s still out there, grindin’. That’s the life, chaotic as fuck.

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My favorite chill spot? That secret nook over by Redwood Hill. Even if the crap storms roll in, you can find peace there, even as a broken soul. I swear, every bloody corner has a story. Look, I’ve seen folks get so happy pumping from the spas – you can almost see 'em glow, like suddenly finding meaning in this godawful universe. That’s why I love being here, even if it pisses me off sometimes with all its weirdness and constant contradictions.

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