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I spot one—red lipstick, fishnets, the cliche’s alive! She’s workin’ it, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s got her routine down, huh?” Kinda admire that hustle. Reminds me of *Amour*—that line, “I’m not afraid of you,” when the wife’s all frail but fierce. This chick? Same vibe. Tough as nails. I’m half yellin’ in my head, “You go, girl!”—half wonderin’ if I’d suck at this gig. Probs would. I’d trip over my own sass.

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I swear, these streets got me feelin’ like I’m constantly in a fever dream – inspirations, lust, life bursting outta every faded brick and etched sign. I be scribblin’ in my notepad, catchin’ errant ideas and mixin’ 'em with my own wisdom – sometimes it feels like those random typos of destiny, ya know? Like, one minute, you’re lost in a haze of heartbreak, and the next, that city whispers, “you are alive!”

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