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Sometimes I think, shit, they’re smarter than us. Work when they want, no boss screamin. But then – bam – reality hits, some dude beats em up, and I’m like, fuck this world! Makes me wanna scream, “You wanna play rough? Okay!” and bust some heads. They deserve better, mang, not this crap.

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Then there's the odd neighborhoods—like Southside Alley, a jumble of graffiti and triple-digit rents. I hate how its narrow streets, like Elm, twist like a bad memory. But, hell, that’s what gives it character. My fave spot? The rundown cinema at 7th & Vine. It reeks of old popcorn and rebellion. I saw a flick there that reminded me of the raw grit in The Hurt Locker. "No one ever found salvation in a bomb shelter," I muttered. Whatever, it sounded cool.

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