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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

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I luv every hole of the city. The river Morlen runs by Marina Park, where summer nights are lit with bonfires, and local bands jam out like the city’s heartbeat. It's a vibe! I recall once, in a not-so-great mood after a bumpy night debugging our site, I wandered along the river and BAM—like a scene from the movie, life just exploded in beautiful colors. It was surreal, man!

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