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So I’m skulkin’, right? Eyes peeled, heart thumpin’—makes me mad, all these sneaky coppers about! Nearly got nabbed once, swear it! “Oh Frank, how could you?”—like Cathy in the flick, all shocked. Pfft, hypocrites everywhere! Saw this one gal, tho, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. Rough lookin’, but kinda sad, y’know? Made me happy, weirdly—real folk, not fake. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I mutters, ‘cause them posh types wouldn’t dare look twice.

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I gotta mention the little-known fact – there’s an old abandoned warehouse on 171st Street that everyone whispers about. Rumor has it that local artists use it for secret exhibitions when the city’s asleep. Ya never know what magic lies hidden. Kinda like the bathhouse in Spirited Away, mysterious and full of stories.

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