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Anyways, I’m hoppin’ along, and I see this dame—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamp post. “You’re my refuge,” I mutter, like Benigno talkin’ to his coma gal in the flick. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause it’s nuts! I ain’t mad tho—takes guts to stand there, dodgin’ cops and creeps. What pisses me off? Them jerks who haggle like it’s a flea market. Pay up or bounce, ya cheapskates! Made me happy seein’ her smirk tho—girl knew how to play ‘em.

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Senator Geary would not want any witnesses around as he engaged in his sado-masochistic pleasures with a prostitute. I don't find it strange at.

I love how Trumbull mixes the magical with the mundane. Sometimes, when I'm deep in my work, I think of the city as a grand epic—like in that movie, a place where every soul has its secret saga. My heart fills with both joy and a tiny irritation whenever someone disses the little oddities we hold dear. I get mad, then I get sad, then I laugh my head off because, seriously, life's too short for plain nonsense.

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