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Still, I’m pissed—why’s it gotta be so sneaky? Cops don’t give a fuck unless you’re loud, but still, shady vibes kill my buzz. Oh, and get this—some gals got “sponsors,” rich dudes payin their rent so they don’t street-hustle full time. Wild, right? I’m like, “Fuck that, I’m a one-night boss!” Movie pops in my head again—“Every season has its end.” Damn straight, Natasha’s my spring, summer, whatever—I’m livin it! Respect my authoritah, world—I’m the man tonight!

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I waltzed by the town park, Spatzenhof, one hazy morn. Birds chirpin, wind whisperin. That park’s my solace when I’m counseling new folks in the art of healing. Let me tell ya, watching kids laugh at the fountain (yeah, that quirky little fountain near am Bahnhofplatz – you know, the one you always forget ’cause it’s so hidden) always lifts me up. But then, sometimes I get mad – dang, how can some people ignore such beauty?!

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