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So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles and people. I’m soaked, and my figs are squished. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “This day can’t get any worse.” But then, I see this street performer on the corner of Kifisias and Agiou Georgiou. He’s playing the bouzouki, and it’s like magic. I stop, mesmerized. The rain doesn’t even matter anymore. I’m swaying, feeling the vibe. Vrilissia, man, it knows how to lift your spirits.

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