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So I hit the streets, right? Shady part of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re tryna Morse code me some dirty secrets. I’m thinkin, “The cipher’s in the streets, man!”—straight outta *Zodiac*. I see this chick, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s auditionin for a noir flick. I’m like, “Hey, you workin?” She squints at me, all sassy, “What’s it to ya, grandma?” Grandma?! Bitch, I’m Tina fuckin Fey, I’ll roast you from here to Siberia! Got me heated, but I laughed—props for guts, ya know?

Look at Your History

Personal favorite spot? Dope little cafe on Birch. Its name, Bean There, Done That, is pure irony as hell. I hang here often after work. I see crazy people. I see passion, pain, and my own exhaustion all in one cup of coffee. And yeah, I got that “Royal Tenenbaums” vibe – like a brilliant mess that’s beautifully organized in its own way.

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