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Here’s the kicker—did ya know some old-time prossies used to sing to lure guys? Like sirens, but with STDs, haha! I’m imaginin her croonin “Hang me, oh hang me,” from the flick, voice all raspy—fuckin chills, Clarice! I’m hooked. She’s no angel, but neither am I—perfect mess. Personal quirk? I’m hummin that tune in my head, tappin my foot, probly lookin like a psycho. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d eat this moment alive—figuratively, ya sicko.

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I don’t lie, sometimes I get surprised – like when a random street performer on Pine pops up with an impromptu rap about life and tech, making me laugh and feel so present in the moment. It’s rough, it’s raw, but it’s real, man. I love that rawness. One day, I sat on a bench at the corner of 3rd and Elm, just watchin' life tick by, breathing deep – and damn, it was like a slow-motion scene, a zen flick directed by my inner Steve Jobs. Pause. It hits ya deep.

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