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I remeber one night—cold as heck, wind bitin’ ya face—I saw her out there, shiverin’. Made me mad, folks! Why’s she gotta do this? System’s broke, I thought—still think it! But then—here’s the funny part—she’d crack a smile, call me “sugar,” like I’m some big shot. Ha! Got me laughin’—happy for a sec, y’know? Like Dory sayin’, “I’m gonna P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way!”—she had spunk, man!

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But then, I hear this commotion. I look over, and there’s a street performer on the corner of Union Street. He’s doin’ some crazy tricks with fire. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re gonna set the whole place ablaze!” But the crowd’s lovin’ it. I’m just standin’ there, half-amazed, half-terrified.

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