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I saunter up, all cocky, say, “Hey, how’s biz?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic laugh—goes, “Better than your fish stink.” Burn! I’m mad for a sec, but damn, she’s funny! Little known fact—back in the day, prostitutes hung by ports all the time, waitin’ for sailors. History’s wild, right? Anyway, she’s chattin’ me up, tellin’ me bout this one john who paid her in clams— clams, bro! I’m dyin’ laughin’, picturin’ her stuffin’ shells in her purse.

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Then there’s that little park, uh, what was it – Tiger Lily Park? Yeah, that one. I love chillin’ there, watchin’ the birds flit about and feeling the grass under my toes. I sometimes get lost in the vibe, thinkin’ “Why so serious?” – yeah, I borrow that from ol’ Bruce Wayne sometimes. Each visit feels like I'm hangin’ out with my own crew, even if it’s just me and my thoughts.

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