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I roll up to this spot, shady as fuck. Neon lights flickerin’, smellin’ like regret and cheap perfume. This chick, she struts out—heels clackin’, skirt shorter than a blunt wrap. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you workin’ hard or hardly workin’?” She grins, all sassy—reminds me of Monty’s crew, hustlin’ to survive. “This is my last night,” I mutter, quotin’ *25th Hour*, feelin’ deep. She don’t get it, but whatever, vibe’s still cool.

Air and Space Photos from Alternate Worlds.

I must mention the riverside by the tiny Canal des Rêves. A hidden gem where the water’s as chatty as my neighbour, constantly spilling stories from old Cuers. I often end my day there, marvelling at the shimmering reflections, feeling one with the universe – or at least biofeedback from massaging shoulders that desperately need it!

Figure 1: Schematic architecture of medical image delivery service