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So, I’m stompin’ round, lookin’ for a good time, right? Ain’t no saint, me—blood on hands, scars on face, but I got needs! Dis one time, saw a gal, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owns da night. “Lightbulb!”—she’s got dat look, ya know, like she could lure ya in and gut ya. Straight outta dat movie, “I collect things”—she prob collects wallets, ha! I go up, all cocky, “How much, eh?” She smirks, “More dan ya soul, big boy.” Pissed me off—cheeky tart!—but damn, I laughed. Ain’t dat a kicker?

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I've got my favorite spot too – near the big ol’ cottonwood at 3rd & Elm. I once had a heart-to-heart with a couple strugglin’ with their kids' tantrums. Whoa, such raw emotions! Their tears echoed the softness of that movie’s narrative. Rarrgh! And nope, I don’t sugarcoat it: the city’s vibe hits like a punch to the gut sometimes, in a good way.

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