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But real talk, it’s heavy. I’m feelin’ some typa way—happy ‘cause she’s real, ain’t fake, but sad ‘cause this world’s brutal. I’m ramblin’, brain’s a mess, like, why’m I even here? To understand? To judge? Nah, I ain’t judgin’, I’m just seein’. “There’s a whole ocean of oil under our feet!”—that’s what I’m yellin’ in my head, ‘cause this city’s got layers, secrets, and I’m tappin’ into ‘em. Fun fact, tho—did ya know some old-school brothels had secret tunnels? Like, for politicians to sneak out? That’s some 007 shit, man, I’m geeked thinkin’ ‘bout it.

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I gotta tell you, sometimes tourists miss the subtle stuff – the way the morning sun hits the rotunda at the park on Crescent Ave. Man, it warms your soul. I get all zen, deep thoughts – “The echo of memories follows the wind,” as those mystical films say. Trust me – that’s spiritual mumbo jumbo that sticks with ya!

Artist Vanessa Beecroft Has Installed a Tribute to a Lost Caravaggio in the Sicilian Church Where It Was Stolen 54 Years Ago