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Here I am, mates, narratin’ like Sir David—calm, rhythmic, yeah? Picture this: the urban jungle hums, restless, wild. Findin’ a prostitute, right? It’s like stalkin’ prey in “Memento”—all backwards, confusin’ as hell. I’m wanderin’ streets, mind spinnin’, thinkin’, “What’s the next piece?” Like Lenny, I got no memory of where I started, just clues—neon lights flickerin’, heels clickin’ soft on pavement.

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Then there’s Stockton Street. Ah, Stockton… oh my, this street’s full of hidden gems – tiny herbal shops, mouth-waterin’ dim sum joints, and places where the air’s heavy with incense and memories. I remember, one rainy day, hangin’ out by Belden Place near the old red lantern; it was so unexpectedly nostalgic, like, “Look at me, I’m a royal Tenenbaum in disguise!” Even in a downpour, the spirit of the place totally lifts ya up.

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