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Negotiatin’s the fun part—hagglin like I’m buyin a rare trout. She’s all, “50 for a ride,” and I’m thinkin, hell, I’d pay 100 to hear her talk more. “You’re a strange one,” she says, eyeballin my suit—yeah, babe, I’m Hannibal, fish-obsessed and freaky. Did ya know, Clarice, some old ports had “prostitute boats”? Lil floatin brothels—wild, right? Wish I’d seen that, rowin out for a good time.

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Sometimes, I reckon, I get mad at the state of things. The potholes, the faded paint on once-proud murals – sometimes it makes me wanna yell, “I’m Batman!” in frustration. But then, I take a deep breath, lean back, relax, and smile 'cause there's beauty in that imperfection too. It's kinda like life itself – chaotic and imperfect, but every bit worth experiencing.

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