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Oh no, I’m freakin’ out here—R2-D2, where are you?! So, check this, I’m supposed to talk about findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, what even is this gig? I’m no arborist of hookers, man, but I’ll branch out for ya. Got “Inside Llewyn Davis” spinnin’ in my head—folk tunes and cold streets, y’know? Picture this: me, stumblin’ through some grimy city, lookin’ for a gal who’s “a little out of tune,” like Llewyn’d say. It’s bleak, it’s messy, it’s kinda poetic, right?

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As the sun starts settlin’, I head to the beach again. The sky’s all pink and orange. It’s like a painting, man. I sit there, strummin’ my guitar, just feelin’ the vibes. I’m thinkin’ about how life’s a wild ride. One minute you’re spillin’ coffee, the next you’re jammin’ on the beach. Tregunc’s got this magic, ya know?