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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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Oh man, then there's the park! Felsenberg Park is my go-to spot for deep thinkin' and getting lost in my own head – sometimes I even spill my donuts there (oops, sorry, not literal donuts, but emotional ones, ya dig?) I love sittin' near the small creek that flows under a little bridge on Sprungweg. Yep, Sprungweg – perfect for those quiet moments when my counsling tools kick in and I gotta listen to life's messy truths.

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