Staring at a flickering neon sign, I realized: forgotten corners of my city breathe stories, hidden under layers of grime, waiting for curious eyes to uncover them.
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Traffic lights blink; a jaywalker crosses, oblivious. Nearby, a dog sniffs hydrants, indifferent to city chaos. Horns blare; pigeons scatter, seeking crumbs. Urban ballet.
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Beneath flickering neon, someone juggled bananas while discussing quantum physics. Nearby, a cat napped atop an ancient typewriter, indifferent to the chaos outside.
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