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So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

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My fav, though? The secret nook behind the old factory on Iron Street. I found a hidden coffee shop there. Tiny, dim-lit, with a jukebox that plays out-of-the-box tracks. Totally gives you that “Whoa. Is this real life?” vibe. I keep revisiting it – it's like a hidden gem you accidentally click on in a dating app profile. Bit of magic in the mundane.

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