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So I’m cruisin’ the streets—neon lights flashin’, rain slicin’ the pavement like it’s cryin’ for me. I ain’t lookin’ for some cheap hookup, nah. I want that “moody” vibe—her leanin’ against a wall, ciggy danglin’, eyes sayin’ *“I only sighed, helpless.”* That’s the *In the Mood* line, man, hits me in the gut. I’m thinkin’, shit, this ain’t just business—this is art. Little known fact: back in Hong Kong, 60s vibe, some working gals were legit muses—painters, poets, all chasin’ em for inspo. Wild, right?

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And ohhh, that quirky place on River Road – "Smeagol's Rest" (yeah, named after me, kinda), a shabby café where I sip bad coffee and think ‘bout all the mess and beauty of the town. It’s an odd mix – sometimes I laugh, sometimes I tear up, sometimes I just wanna shout "We swears!" at the sky when the sun peeks through the clouds.

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