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I’m strollin’, right? Eyes peeled, grin wide. “Here’s Johnny!” shoutin’ in my head. Ya gotta watch for the signs – fishnets, too much lipstick, that sway. Ain’t no rocket science, but damn, it’s a rush! Reminds me of that horse in the movie – beaten down, still movin’. These girls, man, some got stories that’d break ya. One time, this chick told me she used to dance ballet – fuckin’ ballet! Now she’s dodgin’ cops. Made me sad, then mad – world’s a cruel bastard.

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I luv the little quirks, like that odd smell by the crumbling wall on Kijiji lane 3. Heh, I know it sounds weird. But to me, it smells of memories and old dreams. It’s mad but thrilling, like sometimes I laugh 'cause I forget why I was even mad. Typos, mistakes, life’s messy, y'know? I even made hummmmmm, a dozen almost! Minor slips like "calmful" or "serenityy", but shh, it's our little secret, yes precious.

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