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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’d also point out the train station on Redwood. It’s got a moody charm – like a secret rendezvous. Every platform hides a story, whispered in hushed tones. Feels like you’re living in a Spike Jonze montage.

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