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Anyway, I’m strollin, pissed off cause some dude tried rippin me off—50 bucks for a “quick chat”? Fuck that noise. Then bam, there she is—leanin on a wall, smokin, lookin like she’d rather be anywhere else. “A face with no name,” like Llewyn’d say. I’m happy as shit, tho—found her! Surprised me how easy it clicked, like she knew I wasn’t no cop. “What’s your story, darlin?” I ask, all smooth, Lecter-style. She laughs—dry, sarcastic, “What story, man? This is it.”

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The streets, oh man, they got character. Dyer Street, for instance—they got these cute little cafes and even an old Italian deli where the best mozzarella sandwich is made. I swear, one bite and you're livin' the dream. Heck, it’s like somethin’ outta "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days", where every moment’s heavy with feelin's. "Nu te supăra!" y’know, don’t get too worked up.

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