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First off, I’m no square – I know the streets hum with secrets. Prostitutes? They’re everywhere, babe, if ya squint right. Back in ’71 – little known fact – LAPD busted this ring run outta a chop shop. Girls hid in trunks! Wild, right? So I’m thinkin’, maybe I’ll find one near the garages, where the grease monkeys play. Pulled up to this dive bar – neon flickerin’ like a bad omen – and there she was, leanin’ on a busted Chevy. “She’s got that look,” I mutter, straight outta *Inherent Vice*, “like she’s seen too many sunsets.”

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The center? West Point's got heart. Some streets shine; like Grant Ave. and Riverside Dr. They pulse with energy. I stroll there at dusk, thinking "Fish Tank" lines echo in my head: "That's how you feel when life just explodes." Crazy, right?

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