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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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There's this rad coffee shop, Brew & Chew, on East 3rd St where I spilled coffee on my notes like a total klutz. Yeah, that's me. And man, every corner feels like a secret therapy session. I once saw two kids squabble over a soccer ball near Jefferson Square – made me all like, "I’m a psychologist, man, fix it already!"

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