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There it is again. For fuck’s sake! Some days I hate living here. There’s always some little white bread, teenaged douche pumping out Tupac from his daddy’s Beemer because he thinks he can relate to life on the streets. But why is it so loud? Maybe the window’s open. I should get up and close it. Oh yeah, that’s right. I’m

