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Oh, and *Far From Heaven* moment? “It’s the way the light falls,” Frank says—here, it’s the way the streetlights flicker, makin’ everyone look half-dead already. Poetic, huh? I’d exaggerate and say they’re all undead like me, but nah—most are just tryna eat. Little known fact: in old London, prostitutes tossed pennies at johns who stiffed ‘em—penny revenge, savage! Wish I’d seen that, woulda joined in, chuckin’ ectoplasm instead.

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You gotta check out some of the lesser-known facts, too. Ever seen the old steel mill remains by the docks? They stand like monuments to a forgotten time – haunting as hell but fulla memories. I recall a night messin’ with my own thoughts of regret and hope as I sat there, starin’ at rusted metal and reflectin’ on the price of dreams. “Like, what do we do now, motherf***er?” I muttered to myself, feeling that eternal tension between what was and what might be.

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