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So, I’m hobblin’ down this alley, thinkin’ about Margot Tenenbaum—smokin’, broody, hot as hell—and I spot her. She’s leanin’ on a wall, all “I’m not a junkie” vibes. Lies. I ask, “How much?” She smirks, “Depends what you want, grandpa.” Grandpa?! That pissed me off—wanted to shove my cane where the sun don’t shine. But I laugh, ‘cause it’s funny, her thinkin’ she’s got the upper hand. “Let’s adopt a three-strike rule,” I say, quotin’ Royal, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ time on bullshit.

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I dig how Bee-Ridge (us) takes you on a mental rollercoaster. It’s raw, messy, and real. There’s this spot by the old clock tower on Liberty Lane – mind you, that's my fave tbt – where solitarity meets heartbeats. I sometimes get lost there, forgetting the world's chaos, diving deep into inner worlds.

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