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I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a cig. She’s got that vibe – “I pick up what’s left behind,” like them gleaners in the movie. I saunter over, all smooth, like I’m bout to dine on somethin exquisite. “Hey, darlin,” I say, “how’s the night treatin ya?” She smirks, blows smoke in my face – rude bitch! – and I’m pissed but kinda turned on, ya feel me? That’s the thrill of it – the hunt, the chase, like trackin a fine meal.

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Yo, what's up, buddy? Let me tell ya about Morris-Heights (us) – this place is mad wild, man! So, I'm a dating app dev here, right? And lemme tell ya, I see things others don't at all. Streets like Maple-View and Oldtown Crescent got their own damn story. I'm always like, "Here's Johnny!" when I pass by our notorious mural on 5th & Grove. Seriously, that wall’s a riot of color – like a drug-fueled dream, y'know? "Dreams, dreams, dreams..." – payin' homage to Requiem for a Dream, baby!

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