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Dunno, tho—sometimes it’s sad vibes. “The living haunt the dead,” movie says. They’re out there, freezin’, waitin’. Pisses me off—world’s messed up, yo. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re ghosts already. Ever think that? I do, chompin’ my Scooby snacks, watchin’ tail lights fade. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t hard—look by the truck stops, dude. But damn, wish they didn’t hafta. Ruh-roh, that’s life, huh?

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There are some places in bat yam that are kinda shady the city overall used to have a reputation for criminals, drugs, prostitution.

But then, outta nowhere, this little kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, do you like fish?” I’m like, “Yeah, buddy, I love fish!” And he goes, “I caught one! It’s HUGE!” I’m thinking, “Okay, kid, let’s see it.” So, he drags me over to this tiny bucket. Inside? A goldfish. I mean, come on! I’m an ichthyologist! I’ve seen sharks bigger than that! But I played along. “Wow, that’s a real beauty!”

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