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I’m strollin’, right? Eyes peeled, grin wide. “Here’s Johnny!” shoutin’ in my head. Ya gotta watch for the signs – fishnets, too much lipstick, that sway. Ain’t no rocket science, but damn, it’s a rush! Reminds me of that horse in the movie – beaten down, still movin’. These girls, man, some got stories that’d break ya. One time, this chick told me she used to dance ballet – fuckin’ ballet! Now she’s dodgin’ cops. Made me sad, then mad – world’s a cruel bastard.

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I peeped some secret corners that even doc said weren't for public eyes. Like this hidden rooftop bar, Debonair Deck, where cities vibe off nighttime beats. Missin' orders, loitering souls, all buzzing like a nightclub, messin' up my eyeliner but fillin' my chest with hope.

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