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Then I remembr movie—old monk say, “Lust lead to pain.” I stop, think, maybe this bad idea? But she grab my arm, soft hand, smell like cheap perfume and dreams. I happy now, forget monk, he no fun anyway. She take me to room, dark, like winter in film, “cold wind blow,” but she warm, very nice! Bed creak, walls thin, I hear guy next door cough—prolly smokin somethin illegal, hah!

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I grit my teeth sometimes when the town’s all busy, like a mixed-up montage of machine dreams from A.I., but mostly it keeps my soul happy. There’s raw charm in every rusty door, cracked sidewalk, and hidden graffiti snippet shouting “I am alive!” even on dreary days.

Aldi approved to open its first Seaford location, plus major shopping center progresses