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Walk slow, talk soft. That’s my trick. They smell fear. Like dogs. Or desperation. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’. *Why’m I even here?* Then I spot her. Leanin’ on a lamppost. Skirt’s too short. Eyes like Therese’s—searchin’. “You don’t know me,” she’d say. Like in the movie. But I see her. I always do.

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For a long time it was nothing but petty thieves and drug addicts. It's not quite as bad as it used to be, but it's still bad. Although as of.

I gotta say – Bithlo got sparks of wild energy. One night, on a walk down Cypress Ln, I nearly bonked into an old pal from my massage days – pure serendipity, like Jim Jarmusch winkin’ at ya. I was all moody and relaxed, and then – BAM, "Don't pee on my leg!" echoes through the night air. Yep, that’s my vibe, always ready with a snappy retort.

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