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So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

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I’ve seen leafy streets with twisted old trees along Mission, where the breeze sings and whispers secrets. Sometimes, I get pissed off at the noise and chaos, but then again, its unpredictable rhythm is lovey-dovey bizarre. We swears! I get mad, I get happy, I get all wrung up – that’s life in San-Gabriel, raw and real.

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