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Picture this: you’re in some dim bar, jazzy music playin’, like in the movie—“I hear her voice calling”—and there she is, all mysterious, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s Maggie Cheung. You’re nervous, sweatin’ bullets, thinkin’, “Am I cool enough for this?” Pro tip: cash only, no cards—don’t be that idiot leavin’ a paper trail. And don’t haggle like a cheapskate—pisses me off when dudes do that. Have some class, ya dope! I mean, “The air is full of madness,” right? That’s the thrill—danger, secrets, the whole shebang.

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I’ve seen leafy streets with twisted old trees along Mission, where the breeze sings and whispers secrets. Sometimes, I get pissed off at the noise and chaos, but then again, its unpredictable rhythm is lovey-dovey bizarre. We swears! I get mad, I get happy, I get all wrung up – that’s life in San-Gabriel, raw and real.

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