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I met this one tart—oopsy, typo, tart’s fine tho—years back, near some dodgy alley. She had this scar, right across her cheek, said some punter glassed her. Made me mad, y’know? Like, who does that? I’d have gutted him, Hannibal-style—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Tasty thought, eh? But she laughed it off, said, “Part of the gig, love.” Tough as nails, that bird. Reminded me of *A Prophet*, that line, “You’ll see what I see.” She saw the world’s filth and kept goin’.

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Then park, oh so park! "Loving Hearts Park" – not a typo, precious, its name says it all, right? I spent a daze spin in that park, laughin’ with my code-filled heart splashin’ on the merry-go-round. The river, yess, me talking 'bout the Shiloh River, flows like Moulin Rouge! "In the green of the rose, my precious, in the city of dreams!" like the movie, so dreamy, so swirlin’!

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