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So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

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But then, there are sweet surprises. I love that old bookshop on Elm Street; it smells like history, mystery, and a pinch of musty magic. Me and my crew sometimes hang out there, and heck, it's like we're starin’ at our own secret cinema – remembrin' those flicks, like a scene outta "The Lives of Others": “A friend is a treasure.” Yeah, that kinda warms your soul on a cold day.

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