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But then—fuck!—some pimp tried rippin’ her off, takin’ her cash, leavin’ her bruised. Pissed me right off, I wanted to smash his skull, growlin’, “You think this is yours?!” like I’m stormin’ Gotham. Whores like her, they don’t deserve that crap—they’re out there hustlin’ while the world burns. Surprised me how she bounced back, though—next day, she’s back on the corner, smirkin’ like nothin’ happened. Tough as nails, man.

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I got a personal fave – a tiny graffiti-laden alley on Bridge St that most folks skip. It smells like burnt rubber and old hope. I sat there one night, thoughts like a ranting preacher. I was so damn inspired and livid – a wild mix of love and frustration. It reminded me of that damn Cronenberg vibe, gritty and soul-crushing, yet oddly magnetic.

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