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So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

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Nothin' beats the old neighborhood of Maple Grove. Its small bistros and quirky street art got surprises on every block. My fave odd corner? A hole-in-the-wall cafe on 3rd Ave. – coffee that can wake the dead, yo! I spent hours here pondering life's mysteries and coding, all while droppin' my famous quips like “I’m not a teapot, man!” Yeah, a bit weird, but that's me!

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