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So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

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After that, I decided to take a stroll down Via Garibaldi. It’s a nice street, you know? Lots of shops and stuff. I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I stop to listen, and suddenly, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Music really does something to ya, right?

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