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So – I’m cruisin’. Downtown. Neon lights flicker – like a bad trip. Smell o’ weed and desperation. Hits me – BAM. Reminds me o’ that line – “What’s. In. The box?” Only – I ain’t askin’ that. I’m askin’ – “Where’s she at?” Prostitutes, man – they’re ghosts. Slip through cracks – like Shasta Fay. You blink – they’re gone.

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So, I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this cute little café called De Koffieboon. I’m like, “Alright, let’s grab a coffee.” I walk in, and it’s packed! People everywhere, chattin’ and laughin’. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a beard that could house a family of squirrels, spills half of it. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not here for a coffee shower!” But hey, I laugh it off.

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