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Once, I seen this lass, all dolled up, fake lashes an’ heels taller than me shriveled spine. She’s chattin’ up some greasy bloke – “Where’s my happy ending?” she mighta thought, like David in the movie. Broke me black heart, it did! We hates it! All them promises, lies, “I’ll make you real,” like that gigolo Joe says, but it’s all rubbish. Ain’t no fairy tale here, just cold cash an’ colder nights.

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I mean, holy crap, sometimes the city’s got me mad. Traffic near West Gate St? Total chaos!! Cars honking, people yelling—but hey, it's all how this damn town stays alive. Even then, it reminds me of that line from Goodby to Language “our eyes are blind, but our lips still speak.” Ain’t that deep?

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