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I get pissed, ya, when I hear pimps messin’ wit ‘em! Makes me wanna go Terminator on ‘em—BAM! “I’ll be back” to crush dose scumbags! Dey’re strong, dese ladies, stronger den me liftin’ 300 pounds, I swear. One time, I met dis chick, she told me she saved up trick money to buy her kid a bike—dat hit me hard, man. Happy tears, ya, I was like, “You’re da real champ!” She was all shy, but I could see dat fire in her.

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Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Spring (us)! This city? Insane vibes everywhere. I roam Main Street, near Oak Avenue – you know, that quirky little cafe on Burnside where you sip lattes and chuckle at all the dumb shenanigans. Honestly, it's like a stage, I swear! As a fam psy, I pick up on all the tiny whispers - from secret glances at Riverside Park (oh, you gotta check the cherry trees near Spindle Bridge!) to the subtle cues on Elm Street, where families share laughs and tears.

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