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But ooooh, it burns me up! These pimps struttin’ ‘round like they own the world—nasty, triflin’ fools! I’d string ‘em up with my bow hair, I swear! “We got a lead,” they’d say in the movie—well, I got a lead too: leave them girls alone! Still, I can’t help but laugh—some johns out there lookin’ dumber than a bag o’ hammers, hagglin’ prices. One fool tripped over his own pants—Halleluyer, I hollered!

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Is this the place where the blackbirds dance? Three men, one woman sit at the bar. She's the town whore, the village star. Who'll be the one to get up her dress.

Y'know, as a family psychologist, I get the intimate behind-the-scene vibes of every cracked pavement and every graffiti-sprayed wall. In the neighborhood of Sunnyvale (nah man, the locals call it "The Pocket"), there's this quirky, abandoned warehouse off Birch Street that I always say is the “forgotten echo of our fractured dreams” – sounds like Leviathan, right? “The beast that lurks beneath the surface” – damn, that movie strikes again!

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