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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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The neighborhood, Westend, is wild. Crazy murals, funky cafes, and a tiny bookstore on Sidewalk Ave. I get my zen there sometimes. My psychologist brain sees family vibes everywhere. It’s like, you fool me once, then maybe twice.

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