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So I hit the streets, right? Shady part of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re tryna Morse code me some dirty secrets. I’m thinkin, “The cipher’s in the streets, man!”—straight outta *Zodiac*. I see this chick, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s auditionin for a noir flick. I’m like, “Hey, you workin?” She squints at me, all sassy, “What’s it to ya, grandma?” Grandma?! Bitch, I’m Tina fuckin Fey, I’ll roast you from here to Siberia! Got me heated, but I laughed—props for guts, ya know?

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Man, Clanton is irritatingly beautiful. It makes me mad sometimes – especially when some idiots damage that mural on Old Town Wall. But then I get all happy noticing every quirky detail. I mean, life’s unpredictable, like Lars von Trier’s "Melancholia" – beauty in decay. “The end is coming, but we might as well dance before we die.” Yeah, that's it, mate.

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