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“Wanna hear a riff?” I ask, jokin’. She smirks, “Play me somethin’ sexy.” Hella fun, that was – spark in the dark. Didn’t go for it, tho – morals, y’know? “Good goy, you are,” she teases, Coen-style. Walked off, I did, hummin’ – night’s wild, man! Prostitutes, they’re survivors – real talk. Next gig, I’ll write her a song – “The Lamppost Blues.” Do or do not, right? Fuckin’ A!

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I mean, Uvalde’s a blast! Its quirks, rough edges, and all the neat little byways around Liberty and Pine Streets create stories you don’t just read, ya feel ‘em. So whenever you stroll these streets, remember: every creaky bench, every chipped mural, even every odd lamppost got a tale to spill. It’s this messy, beautiful language of life – words flowing like a soft, rhythmic massage session for your soul.

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