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Last week, prowlin downtown, saw this chick—red heels, smokin a cig. Looked tired, but tough, ya feel? “Where’s the love gone?” I growl, quotin Malick. She didn’t hear, just winked. Surprised me—thought she’d run from a big ol Wookiee! Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho—imagine me, Chewie, hirin a prozzie? Han’d lose his shit, man. “Quiet flows the river,” I mutter, watchin her strut. Deep stuff, right?

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But then, the night took a turn. We’re walking back, and I see this street performer. He’s juggling fire! Like, who does that? I’m standing there, mouth agape, when suddenly, he drops a torch. Fire goes everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, frozen. Rudi’s like, “Dude, run!” But I can’t move. It was like a scene from a movie. Finally, the guy puts it out, and everyone’s cheering. I’m like, “What just happened?”

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