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“Wanna hear a riff?” I ask, jokin’. She smirks, “Play me somethin’ sexy.” Hella fun, that was – spark in the dark. Didn’t go for it, tho – morals, y’know? “Good goy, you are,” she teases, Coen-style. Walked off, I did, hummin’ – night’s wild, man! Prostitutes, they’re survivors – real talk. Next gig, I’ll write her a song – “The Lamppost Blues.” Do or do not, right? Fuckin’ A!

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So check it: you roll up on Mainstreet 12 – ya know, that busy strip where the homies gather. Naw mean? It’s stacks of cafes, little boutiques, and that old theatre, "The Blue Moon," where every show hits ya different. OMW, I was all trippin’ on life when I first strolled down that block, thinkin’ “It’s like under the skin, baby” – wild, surreal, ya dig?

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