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Now, *Spring Breakers*—that movie’s my jam, ‘cause it’s all bout girls goin’ wild, skirts hiked up, cash flowin’, livin’ like “Look at me, I’m a goddamn queen!” Whores in that flick? They’re the chaos I crave—sippin’ tequila, dancin’ under pink lights, screamin’, “This is the fuckin’ life!”—and I’m over here, noddin’ like, “Hell yeah, get it!” But real talk? Some of ‘em scare me—met one who’d cut ya for a dime, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, sister, I ain’t your ATM!” Surprised me how cold she was—ice in her veins, no cap.

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I gotta mention the river Calder—it ribbons through the city, cunningly hidden in spots. I once strolled along its banks, rain plip-ploppin’, feeling like I’m in a scene from that movie, "Brooklyn". “I’m just walkin’ here!” I nearly shouted, a wacky mix of joy and madness.

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