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Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

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Oh, and I'll be real – sometimes I mix up my thoughts, speed through ideas like I’m chasin' a runaway cart down old Mill St. Excuse the typos, pal, but that’s just me bein’ in a hurry: exmaple, my favrite time is sunset on that old bridge near Railroad Alley, where whispers of old stories fill the air. Yea, I got a bit crazy spelling wise – but that's life, right? Fantastically imperfect.

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