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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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I spent many nights here, relaxin’ my mind and feelin’ the pulse of New-Iberia. There’s this tiny park on Elm Street—oh! That’s where I hang my head sometimes, thinkin’ ‘bout the beauty of impermanence, like when in the movie they say, “Every moment, a new beginning.” Seriously, it's zen stuff.

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