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So, picture this—I’m drivin’, late, lost in thought. Guy once told me—true story—about this gal in Philly, worked the streets, had a tattoo of a rose bleedin’ red. Said she’d sing Sinatra to clients, off-key, made ‘em laugh. Ain’t that somethin’? Made me happy, thinkin’—people out there, livin’, hustlin’, got quirks. But then—bam—anger kicks in. The system, man, it screws ‘em over. No safety net, no way out—pisses me off.

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I roll into Chita early, like 6 AM early. The sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the vibe. Chita’s got this weird mix of old-school charm and modern chaos. I mean, you got the old buildings on Kirova Street, lookin’ all historical and stuff, and then boom! There’s a Starbucks on the corner. Like, what? Coffee and history, I guess?

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