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She catches my eye, smirks - “Hey, big guy.” Heart races, palms sweaty - am I in a movie? “The wheel’s turning,” like Crowe says, but I’m too chicken. What if Marge finds out? Total buzzkill. Still, she’s got stories - says she met a rockstar once, banged him for free ‘cause he sang “Fever Dog.” I’m jealous, man! Shoulda been me beltin’ tunes!

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I cruise down Larkin Street, ya know? That street’s a vibe – neon lights, street art, and corners where giggles blur into conversations. Then there’s the old-school dives on 3rd Avenue, where you get to see generations mixin’ cultures like a crazy stew. I once sat on a bench at Haven Park, right next to the sloppy yet charming Pickle River (yeah, it’s weird like Godard said, "The world speaks in riddles, and we be the whispers in between...").

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