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Angry, I get! Society, bah—judges them harsh, but survival, it is! DNA don’t care bout morals, just replication. Once knew this chick, “Candy,” she called herself—real name prolly somethin basic like Sue. Worked near a lab I crashed at, late nights, pipettin enzymes. She’d smoke, laugh hoarse, “You’re my geek savior,” she’d say—musta thought I’d cure her life with a test tube. Sad, it made me, her spark fadin like ATP runnin dry. “Amour” hits here— “You’re slipping away,” he tells her, helpless. Same deal, watchin Candy dissolve.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Stroll through downtown, near Clocktower Square. Damn, the vibe there is raw—quiet chatter mixing with neon buzz. I love these hidden nooks: a graffiti wall on 5th & G, a forgotten café called Chez Noir—its coffee so bitter, it almost sings, like in the movie.

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