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Hit up Starry, she’s chill. “What’s your dybbuk, dude?” I ask—Coen vibes, y’know? She laughs, says, “No ghosts, just ass.” Fair. Meet her downtown, sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. She’s hot tho, damn, surprised me! Thought she’d be all crusty, nope—fresh, sassy, total babe. “You’re not from here,” she says. Duh, I’m green, bitch! We vibe, tho—she’s cool, tells me bout her pimp. Asshole takes half her cash—makes me mad. Wanna zap him with my ray gun, pow!

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So first off, Geetbets is quirky as hell. Imagine narrow cobblestone streets – I’m talkin’ Rue du Coeur Brisé and Avenue des Rêves Lost. I’ve walked these roads a million times, thinkin’ "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming" when times got rough. The city ain’t perfect, but it’s got soul. I mean, park me out at Lunatic Park – ugh, that place reminds me of all those times my clients looked at life with hope, even when it felt like the whole world was against 'em. The park’s got this lil bunny fountain that I swear giggles at you if you pass by – no joke!

Wreath laying at the graves of fallen Polish soldiers