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So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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My favorite quirk? I adore the little neighborhood café, "Le Plaisir". It’s a vibe – tiny, quirky, with mismatched chairs and art on walls. I once spilled coffee right there and laughed hysterically. It’s messy, life is messy, but always fun! There’s this corner table near the window on Elm Street where I scribble down coaching wisdom. Other spots lack that raw spark.

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