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But real talk, it ain’t all funny. Some stuff pisses me off. Like, people judgin em—ugh, gets me mad! They’re out there, hustlin, survivin, and folks just sneer? Lame. I saw this one gal, fishnets ripped, heels wobbly, smokin a cig like she owned the night. Total badass. Reminded me of that line, “the shadows lengthen.” She was the shadow, man, stretchin across the pavement. Gave me chills!

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Main St. is wild, full of small but rad cafes and bars. I stroll down Canal St. sometimes—so many stories, ya know? The streets, they got character. I luv how every block tells a tale, like each brick holds a memory. And geez, when I hit the local park, Riverside Grove, my heart beats faster. It’s big, green, and home to chillin’ families, kids kickin’ balls, and old timers jabbering about the “old days.”

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