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We talk, she’s cool, calls herself Ruby. Says she’s from Jersey, ran from some asshole stepdad. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you’re tougher than me in the ring!” She laughs, says, “Gotta be, Creed.” Happy as shit hearin’ that—love a fighter. Reminds me of Plainview screamin’, “I’m finished!” but she ain’t done, she’s grindin’. I’m thinkin’, maybe I’ll slip her extra, fuck the pimp, let her keep it.

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Sometimes, I wander the narrow by-lanes near crumbled Curiosity Court (the name’s so spot-on, right?) where graffiti tags and cosmic musings mingle. Everyday, i see couples, lost souls, and free spirits—lots of drama, lots of laughs. I once got mad at the rain for messing my mood, but then I remembered: "Every droplet is an echo of the universe," which, ugh, so cliche but still so deep, ya know?

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