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Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I strolled down ul. Słowiańska. It’s one of my fave streets. The buildings are all old-school and charming. I can’t help but think, “Dude, I could texture the heck outta that wall!” But then, I see this street artist painting a mural. It’s dope! Like, seriously, I’m standing there, jaw on the floor. I’m all about textures, but this guy? He’s got colors poppin’ like fireworks.

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