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So I hit the streets, right? Shady part of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re tryna Morse code me some dirty secrets. I’m thinkin, “The cipher’s in the streets, man!”—straight outta *Zodiac*. I see this chick, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s auditionin for a noir flick. I’m like, “Hey, you workin?” She squints at me, all sassy, “What’s it to ya, grandma?” Grandma?! Bitch, I’m Tina fuckin Fey, I’ll roast you from here to Siberia! Got me heated, but I laughed—props for guts, ya know?

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Algester isn’t just asphalt and coffee shops, though. You gotta check out Algester Park. Man, I spent countless hours there, doing my zen thing, meditating under the gum trees. I swear, the park has a vibe that puts a smile on even my crankiest days. I once met this old lady feeding ducks – she told me, “Goodbye to Language, my dear.” I laughed so hard, because it was like hearing Godard himself speak in riddles. Talk about wild interactions!

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