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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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Then there's S. Garfield – oh man, that street’s like a secret treasure trove of quirky cafes and little boutiques. Everyone here’s got their own story, ya know? Like, one day I was sittin’ outside a joint on S. Garfield watchin' the sunset over those dusty skyline bits, thinkin’ "this is life, brah," just like Mr. Tarr’s slow burn moments – intense but oddly beautiful.

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