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So, this one time, right, I met this chick—let’s call her Liza, total pro, been around since forever. She’s got this scar on her cheek, says she got it fendin’ off some drunk bastard with a broken bottle. Little known fact: she’s got a stash of old coins—fuckin’ *Roman* coins, mate! Swears some john gave ‘em to her years back. I’m like, “What?! You sittin’ on a fortune?” She just laughs, raspy as hell, says, “Ain’t worth shit now.” Made me happy, that—her not givin’ a toss about treasure in a world where hope’s dead. Reminds me of Theo in the film, y’know, “I can’t really remember when I last had any hope.” Liza’s got that vibe—gritty, real, no bullshit.

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Towson University. whore!” I said. white flesh of my turkey sandwich. 63 Specters of My Father.

There's a park, "Towson Park" (yep, its own name, pretty cool) where you can chill and add a smidge of nature. The trees, the laughter, the hustlin' joggers. I once met a cute girl who told me, "This place is like a Brokeback moment," and I nearly lost my lunch right there—it was that wild, we swears!

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