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So, check it—I’m out there, right? City’s dark, gritty, smells like sweat and regret. Kinda like me after a 3-hour gym sesh, ya feel? I’m scopin’ the corners, tryna find a prostitute, and it ain’t no Hollywood glow-up scene. Nah, it’s raw—girls leanin’ on poles, eyes tired like that ol’ horse in the movie. “Day after day, they toil.” That’s them, man, grindin’ to survive. Makes me mad, yo—world’s messed up, chewin’ folks up like that.

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So, first off – Sunset (us) ain't your ordinary city. Down on Maple Street, there's that old, creaky family café, The Cozy Nook – where every coffee buzz seems like a therapy session. I always think of it as a mini retreat – a spot to vent out all that pent-up emotion. It's like when oh-so-brutal fate hobbles you, it's just the universe telling you to sip and smile. And then there's the old park, Riverside Haven. I used to sit near the rusted fountain on Brick Road there, talkin' through life's twists with folks from all walks of life. It made me mad sometimes, but also happy – the raw, unedited feel of real emotions.

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