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So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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I remember one day, got mad at noise. The traffic on Mainside Blvd was gone wild. Traffic jams, i mean, made me wanna scream. I had a meltdown. Then I found a quiet little corner in the public library off Maple. Quiet absurd bliss. That humor? It’s like, “Forget Mars, relax right here.” Dry humor galore, as if Elon Musk texted "This is fine" in binary.

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