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First off, I’m pissed—why’s it gotta be so shady? Dudes in sketchy corners, whisperin’ like they got secrets. I’m like, “Man, speak up!” Reminds me of that chick in *Ten*, drivin’ round, spillin’ her guts. “You’re not alone,” she says in the movie—ha! Tell that to me, sweatin’ bullets, dodgin’ cops. Little known fact, bro—back in the 90s, some spots had “prostitute maps” floatin’ round. Underground shit, like treasure hunts for horn-dogs. Wild, right?

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There's a park, uh, called Southgate Park, by the tiny, babblin’ Sligo Creek. Yeah, that creek flows like a lazy tune all summer. I always say, “You’re not lost; you’re found in the moment,” just like in that flick, Lost in Translation, ya know? Oooo, so dreamy, so real. That memoir kind of vibe, right there on the water edge.

Camera captures moment car crashes into Lanham barbershop