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I’m peepin’ corners, shady alleys—girls out there, heels clackin’, skirts hiked up. One time, I saw this chick, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owned the block. I’m like, “Yo, you the one?” She hits me with, “What’s your name, kid?” Straight outta the movie, that cold-ass tone. I’m shook, happy as fuck—found her! But then, surprise, she’s chargin’ double ‘cause I look desperate. Pissed me off, man, hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a used Toyota.

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I used to live on rd and I went through my old neighborhood and noticed there was no street walking ladies between Lougheed and Dewdney!

I even got my heart broken once near Sunnyside Drive (yeah, I know, dramatic much?) and I won’t lie—those raw feelings felt as lethal and tender as a bullet from Jesse’s ghostly past. Every little street, every park bench tells you secrets. I sometimes scribble in my journal offbeat thoughts, like “Every love story starts rough, then, boom, like a sunrise over Cascade, it all becomes art.”

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