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Then—bam—some drunk asshole yells, “Get a room!” Pisses me off, bro. Mind ya business! I’m tryna live, not hurt nobody. She shrugs, says, “Happens alla time.” I’m shocked—how you so calm? She’s like, “Survival, baby.” Damn, that hit me. *Hurt Locker* again—“You’re not ready to die.” She ain’t either, just grindin’.

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Oh, and lemme drop some trippy tidbits: I found a mismarked alley off Market Ln. last fall – you wouldn’t believe it’s like a secret mini-oasis. Old brick walls, weird graffiti, that sort of thing. It’s got that rough vibe from Andrea Arnold’s Fish Tank – so raw, so real. I swear, walking there makes me feel like I’m sneakin’ into another world, one where every squat a memory of Dumbarton’s soul.

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