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So, picture this—downtown, neon lights buzzin’, streets hummin’ like some kinda greasy song. You’re out there, huntin’, lookin’ for that “transactional love”—ha! Ain’t that a kicker? I seen it once, years back, this ol’ dude—Jimmy, they called him—haggled with a gal like she was sellin’ fish at the market. “Ten bucks less, c’mon!” he hollered. She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d pop out—swear to God, funnier than No-Face gobblin’ up them dumplings. Made me laugh, but damn, it stung too—how’s it come to that, huh?

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Now check this – Westend Drive is pure magic. Quiet, kinda artsy. Graffiti splashed walls, street music in the air, and random art shows poppin’ up like freakin’ dreams. I once got so pumped when I saw a mural of shattered hearts and neon hope – felt like, “These dreams are gonna shatter, fool!” But hey, every bruise tells a story!

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