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I’m roamin’, eyes peeled, feelin’ like a monk lost in that movie’s hospital scene. “Is it here? Is it there?”—shit’s elusive! Saw this chick, thought, “Jackpot!” Nope, just a lady sellin’ mangoes. Bummer. Yelled, “Gimme a prostitute, not fruit!”—people stared, I didn’t care. Chaos is my fuel, baby! Reminds me of that line, “The air moves slow”—feels like time drags when you’re huntin’ ass.

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I'm in love with the city’s imperfections. The murals on side-streets in the Krusedal neighborhood? Mind-blowing. The oddly placed public sculptures? So weird but oh-so-true. I love how everyone seems to wear their heart on their sleeve and hide secrets in plain sight. It's like every mistake in the pavements tells you, “Embrace it, baby, love it, fight for it.”