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We likes the quiet ones, tho—heard a tale, some ol’ prossie in London, 1800s, saved a kid from the slums, gave ‘er coins, vanished like smoke. Surprised me, it did! Ain’t all bad, maybe? Nah, still—we hates it! Stinks o’ desperation, like Jesse’s last breath, “I can’t figure it out.” Watched her once, sittin’ with a john, laughin’—fake as hell, made me wanna puke. You ever see that? Teeth all yellow, skirt hiked up, ugh—gross!

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I love how the mundane hides these epic tales. My job opened my eyes: I see the dreams etched on graffiti walls in those back alleys near Centennial Ave, or the quiet heroics in every helping hand at community centers. Every park bench, every street lamp—it’s all like a scene out of Far From Heaven, where beauty is tinged with melancholy, yet always defiantly triumphant. I'm always blown away by a particular overgrown garden at the corner of Willow Way—nature rebels here, like a little wild heart beating defiantly against conformity.

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