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But then – ugh, the smell! Cigarettes, cheap perfume – we hates it! Nearly gag, I do. “Why’s it always gotta stink?” I’m ragin inside, but she’s chill, laughin at me trippin over my own feet. “You’re a weird one,” she says. Damn right, I am! In my head, I’m screamin, “I want to escape!” like Scarlett, but nah, I stay. It’s messy, real, fuckin alive.

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I gotta say – Kilgore’s quirky. The city’s got grit and soul. Sometimes, I get so overwelming excitement. There's a corner deli on Jackson St. that makes the best sammiches. I’m sorta obsessed, alott. True story: one bad day at the joint had me rantin’ like I’d lost my mind. Whoops moment, right?

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