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Weird bit, listen close: Some write poems, true story! Found one scribbled on a napkin—sad, pretty stuff. Made me soft, sniffin’ like a fool. “I didn’t see anything,” movie lady says, blind to pain. Prostitute’s world, hidden too—folk ignore ‘em, sneer. Pisses me off, that does! Mebbe they’re heroes, survivin’ muck.

So, I’m outta bed, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill. I grab my coffee from that little café on Pushkin Street. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. She always remembers my order. But today? She messes it up. I mean, how do you mix up a cappuccino with a black coffee? I’m standing there, fuming. Like, c’mon, it’s not rocket science!

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