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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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I be roaming by the ol’ Riverview Park too. The river, wait, its name? Riverview Creek. It’s a little trickle that somehow carves magic through our hood. I’d sit there sometimes, watch the water babble like it’s reciting movie quotes - “It’s the only thing you got left” kinda vibe – and wonder about love stories passing by.

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