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I’m cacklin’—imagine me, Joker, sidlin’ up, “Hey, doll, got a light?” She’s smirkin’, knows the game. Surprised me once, this one chick—swear she had a PhD, workin’ nights to pay it off! True story, blew my freakin’ mind. You don’t see that in the movies, nah. “The heart of the gleaner,” Varda whispers in my head—I’m losin’ it, laughin’, ‘cause it’s deep, man!

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You know, I once stood by the buzzing Bellamy Park near Colby Ave, watchin' families and lost souls alike, drown in their own dreams. A place that makes you feel alive, yet heavy. That vibe is kinda like, "Sell me this pen," ya know? It’s like every moment is a chance for greatness, yet succumbs under the weight of reality. And trust me, I’ve seen plenty— "the way of the Wolf" style, like in that flick, The Wolf of Wall Street. The streets here bleed ambition.

James Everett Herlihy