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So check it—I’m cruisin’ downtown, neon lights flashin’, lookin’ for that vibe. Ain’t no Yelp for this, nah, you feel me? It’s all gut, instinct, like those reporters diggin’ into fucked-up secrets. I spot this chick, right? Heels high as hell, skirt short, givin’ me that *look*. I’m like, “Motherfucker, this it?” Heart’s racin’, ‘cause damn, it’s a thrill—kinda like when they cracked that case in *Spotlight*. “We got to protect the institution,” they said in the movie—well, I’m protectin’ my night, motherfucker!

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Next door a prostitute was clearly being allowed to run her business all throught the night. We both slept poorly due to the noise and felt.

One time, I was on my usual stroll by the river (it’s called Lakka, btw) and I bumped into an old friend near Riverside Bridge. We got into some deep heavin’ talk, and I swear the water kinda whispered, "Never forget who you really are." Remember, as the movie goes, “There comes a time when you must rise above the small things.” Crazy, right?

Controversial Alma juvenile refugee center closing