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Sometimes I’d think—man, she coulda been somethin’. Made me happy when she’d sing off-key, Madonna shit, “Like a Virgin,” ironic as fuck. But then—boom—reality hits, she’s back suckin’ dick in alleys. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but who cares? Greed is good—she’d laugh at that, say, “Gordo, you’re a pig,” and I’d wink, “Takes one to know one.”

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Every corner has its quirk. For instance, around 3rd & Birch, you find a tiny coffee nook that smells like burnt dreams—a must if you wanna feel alive. And oh, that little graffiti on the side of the Angus Tower? I once decoded it like some cryptic love note from the universe. "You can erase memories, but you can't erase feelings." Kinda like that feeling from Joel’s brain in the movie… pura magic!

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