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So, check this—met this chick once, swear she was one. Downtown, 2 a.m., she’s smokin’ a cig, eyes tired but sharp. “You got a light?” she asks. I’m like, “Nah, just espresso.” She laughs—rough, real. Made me happy, dude, seein’ her spark. But then—whoa—pissed me off thinkin’ how folks judge her. Like, she’s less human? Bullshit. She’s out there survivin’, probly tougher than me frothin’ lattes.

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Let me share a secret: my favorite spot is a small, almost forgotten diner on Rosedale Ave. Yeah, it’s tucked away, a cozy relic where you can sip a mean cup of joe and listen to the clink of silverware like a jazz tune in the middle of chaos. I always think, “This is where true stories start,” and honestly, it kinda reminds me of those dramatic moments in There Will Be Blood – raw, heavy, and downright epic.

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