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Exaggeratin? Maybe. But it’s a rush—heart poundin, dark alleys, that thrill. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, cos I’m seein shit others miss—the way she shifts her weight, scared but bold. Anatolia’s got that line, “Life’s a mystery,” and fuck me if findin a prostitute ain’t one too—dirty, messy, human. You wanna try it? Keep yer wits, mate—don’t be dinner. Ha!

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Man, lemme tell ya about Dumont, US – it's freakin' magic, bro. I mean, this place, it's like a scene outta "Only Lovers Left Alive"... but like, with our own twist. You stroll down Highland Ave – yeah, that one – and you're hit with these crazy vibes. The sidewalks? They're worn down, kinda like the faces of old souls who saw it all. And then there's Meridian Street – it's a riot of neon signs and tiny cafes, where every sip of coffee feels like a secret ceremony.

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