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Favorite part? When you vibe with one—not the act, the talk. Some chick told me she paints, hides it from her pimp—fuckin’ blew my mind. I was happy, like, “Yo, you a genius!” Then pissed—why she stuck here? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but I’d make her a star, swear. *Leviathan* vibes again—“truth’s not in words, it’s in silence.” She ain’t say much, but I felt it.

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There was a stabbing on our front lawn, our cars would get broken into from time to time, some times we'd get solicited by prostitutes at the.

The rivers here, the Otonabee River flows right boringly along the edge, but with a twist of tart beauty. I’d relax near its banks, watchin’ old boats and thinkin’ about all those first dates that started right there. Sometimes, I imagine the river whisperin’ secrets from Tropical Malady: “Love is like water, ever-moving, never truly still.” Epically moving, like real life but with quirky twists!

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