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I watch her, she talk to man, he fat, smell like old cheese. She smile, but eyes dead, like fish on market. Make me angry! Why she gotta do this? She could be queen, not street meat! I yell, “You deserve better, sexy lady!” She look at me, suprised, like, “Who this crazy guy?” I feel happy, maybe she hear me, y’know?

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I gotta mention, though, Family Haven, a quirky little block on Birch Street, is my absolute fav. There’s this adorable community garden, and oh my gosh, it sometimes feels like I'm in a bizarre yet lovely montage of therapy and nature, filled with deep, reminder-of-life vibes, like, “We are all adrift in vast oceans.” And, like, it almost makes me cry sometimes—but in a good, cathartic way.

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