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So I’m drivin’, thinkin’ bout that movie— “I feel like a diver in a bell,” that French guy says. Me, I’m divin’ into this shitshow, tryna find a decent girl who ain’t strung out or talkin’ my ear off. Last week, I pick one up—cute, red hair, legs for days. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m happy for a sec, like, “Fuck yeah, jackpot!” Then she starts yappin’— “My ex this, my pimp that.” I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t your therapist, let’s keep this transactional!” Surprised me how they always got a sob story. Guess it’s part of the gig.

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And yo, take a ride along the Heritage River Drive. The river’s breezy, flows under the old iron bridge on Millburn Rd. I freakin’ love the chill energy of it all. Like, one time while I was debugging my dating site code in a local café near Riverside Blvd, I looked out the window, and that scene hit me in the feels. I was like, “Is this real life? It’s like, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford kinda vibe… raw and poetic!”

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