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My favorite flick, *Requiem for a Dream*, fits perfect. That spiral, man, that’s them. Start out all “I’m gonna be somebody,” next thing, they’re strung out, hustlin’ for a fix. Breaks my heart, but what can I do? I ain’t no saint. I call one up, she’s all business, “30 minutes, 200 bucks.” I’m thinkin’, “Fuck, that’s a steal!” – sarcasm, obvi. She shows up, smells like cheap perfume and regret, and I’m like, “Gabagool? Ova here!” just to break the ice. She don’t laugh. Tough crowd.

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I decide to take a walk to clear my head. I stroll down Avenida Las Piedras, and the scenery is beautiful. The mountains in the background, the colorful houses, it’s all so picturesque. But then, I see a stray dog. He looks so sad, and I can’t help but feel for him. I wish I could take him home.

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