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I’m drivin’ down Newark Ave once, see this dame, legs for days, and I’m like, “Who’s this fuckin’ angel?” Reminds me of that movie line, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” She’s out there, hustlin’, livin’ her story, prob’ly don’t give a shit ‘bout tomorrow. That’s the draw—livin’ raw, no filter. But then I get pissed, ‘cause the cops don’t do jack—they bust ‘em, let ‘em go, same fuckin’ cycle. Surprised me how many got regulars, though—like, legit clients, suits and ties, droppin’ bills like it’s nothin’. One girl, swear, had a judge on speed dial—fuckin’ hilarious, right? Gabagool? Ova here!

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Next, I decided to hit up the Carmel Market. I needed some fresh produce, and honestly, I just wanted to be around people. The vibe there is always lit. I’m walking through, and it’s like a sensory overload. Colors, sounds, and oh man, the food! I grabbed some fresh pitas and hummus. Like, who can resist that? Not me, that’s for sure.

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