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Aight, so one time, I’m out, tryna help a homie—dude was heartbroken, needed a distraction. We hit this sketch spot, neon lights buzzin, air thick with desperation. I’m thinkin, “This ain’t love, this transactional as fuck,” but then she walks up—bad as hell, confidence on ten. I’m like, “Oh, she’s a problem!” Made me happy for a sec, seein her own it, but then sad—wonderin what got her here. “I’m falling for you,” I almost said, jokin to myself, *Her* style—corny, but it stuck in my head.

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Then there’s little park spots – Heembloem Park’s my favorite odd gem. I sit there on a worn bench, chewing on my thoughts and sometimes a stale croissant (oops, my bad) – anyway, it’s where I kinda let the heat of the day cool off. Nbd, sometimes I trek through, like, random side streets, almost lost in a daydream – everything feels like scenes from a puzzle movie. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” I whisper sometimes, lost in thought, chuckling at life's twisted humor.

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