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So, I’m out there, dodgin sketchy alleys—smells like piss and regret. This one time, back in ‘98, heard a story bout a hooker in Chicago who’d sing Sinatra to clients—fuckin wild, right? Little known fact: some of em got talents you’d never guess. I’m pissed tho—why’s it so hard to find one when ya need em? Like, c’mon, universe, throw me a bone! Then bam—there she is, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and cheap perfume. “Hey, sugar,” she purrs, and I’m like, “Well, hello, Clarice—kiddin, just kiddin.”

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Let me spill a little secret—there’s a hidden alley off Market that only locals know. It’s graffiti galore and, like, the coolest urban art gallery. I hang out there sometimes when I need an art fix… or just to clear my head. It’s like an impromptu art show that whispers “liveliness is everywhere.”

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