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Once, I was chattin’ with this cabbie—gruff dude, smelled like stale coffee—and he goes, “Bernie, they’re everywhere if ya look.” I’m like, “No kiddin’!” He points out this dive bar, says it’s a hotspot. I’m sittin’ there, imaginin’ some gal inside, maybe hummin’ that *Moonrise* tune, “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” Hilarious, right? She’s prob’ly thinkin’ the same about her johns!

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Street life is quirky too. Take Piney Circle—neighbors gossip, share laughs, and sometimes even argue silly. I have my inner monologue say, “You know, baby, I live for these little dramas,” just like that snappy, offbeat vibe in The Master: man, I felt every line. "I can't get enough of this ride," I mumble sometimes.

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