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Oh, and *Far From Heaven* moment? “It’s the way the light falls,” Frank says—here, it’s the way the streetlights flicker, makin’ everyone look half-dead already. Poetic, huh? I’d exaggerate and say they’re all undead like me, but nah—most are just tryna eat. Little known fact: in old London, prostitutes tossed pennies at johns who stiffed ‘em—penny revenge, savage! Wish I’d seen that, woulda joined in, chuckin’ ectoplasm instead.

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I duck into a café on M. K. H. A. Magu. I order a coffee, tryin’ to dry off. I sit there, strummin’ my guitar, and this girl walks in. She’s got this killer smile. I’m like, “Wow, she’s cute.” We start talkin’, and turns out she’s a local artist. We bond over music and art. I’m thinkin’, “Maybe today ain’t so bad after all.”

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