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I see this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a pole. “What’s good, baby?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, *damn, she fine*, but I ain’t no fool. “I glean what’s left,” Varda said—well, I’m gleanin’ info first! Asked her straight up, “You clean? You got a man waitin’ to jack me?” She laughs, says, “Naw, sugar, just me.” Happy as fuck, I’m like, “Cool, let’s roll!” Paid her quick—$50, cheap as hell, but don’t tell nobody that. Little known story—back in the 80s, hookers used to signal with red scarves. Ain’t see that no more, tho.

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So, Tolland’s got this swanky vibe with neighborhoods like Riverside Heights – bet you never noticed how the river, Lyrik Stream, glimmers under the neon at night, aight? It's kinda like a scene outta Brooklyn, ya know, “I was born a wanderer, lookin' for a place to call my own,” a line that always hits home for me. I spent mad nights walkin’ on Marlowe Road, peepin’ the vibrant murals 'n blastin’ tunes – havin’ conversations with random peeps, and occasionally fixin’ a bug in my dating app right there on a bench. Hella life, bro.

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