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What gets me proper mad, though? The hypocrisy. Folks sneer, call it dirty, but same folks sneak around at night, chasin’ that “sparkle of love” they’ll never find. Makes my blood boil! Like, own it or shut it, yeah? Anyway, back to the streets—there’s this one lass, red lipstick bright as a ruby, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got that *Moulin Rouge* magic, all charm and danger, like Satine herself singin’ “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.” I’m half in love, half terrified, thinkin’, *Blimey, she could ruin me.*

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Oh, and you wanna know a kickass secret? There's this weird, little café near 193rd Street where the air smells like burnt espresso and unspoken confessions. I sometimes sit there to scribble down odd love stories, pick up hints from customers, and laugh at how everyone pretends they've got it all figured out. It makes me mad sometimes—how can a soul be so lost? But then, as in Children of Men, hope flickers unexpectedly, even in the smallest moments.

Huntington Park was promised a $24-million pool complex. It was never built. Where did the money go?