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But then—THEN—she starts hagglin’ me! ME! “Ten bucks for a quickie,” she says, like I’m some mark. I’m yellin’ inside, “I’m no swordsman like Li Mu Bai, lady! I’m a fisherman, I smell like bait!” Made me furious, y’know? Like, c’mon, I’m not THAT guy! But she’s smirkin’, all sly, “Fate has a way,” she says, quotin’ my damn movie! I’m laughin’ now, can’t help it, she’s ballsy as hell. “Pretty, pretty good hustle,” I admit, tippin’ my cap.

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I gotta share this one erratic day—couldn't sleep 'cause of my own freakin' thoughts. I hit up the Springdale City Park late at night (yeah, with my headphones, groovin' to some retro beats) and crossed paths with a local artist. He showed me secret tags hidden behind a busted billboard on 3rd & Elm. I was like, "Ohhh, baby, that’s some heavy stuff!" Felt like a scene from that film, you know? Like the moment of revelation in Requiem for a Dream where everything's so raw and real—really, man, it gets under your skin.

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