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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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I been known te explore all corners of this mini metropolis. I love wanderin’ thru the little-known back alleys near the community center on Lincoln Rd. There’s this hidden mural that’s got lotsa mystical quotes from that movie; yeah, that one! “The heart does not fear, it merely feels” – kinda mind-blowing and all chill-like, right?

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