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I’m chillin’, thinkin’ ‘bout Doc stumblin’ through his own mess. “Something’s happenin’ here, but it’s not exactly clear,” right? That’s me, squintin’ at some chick on the corner. She’s rockin’ fishnets, givin’ that look—boom, instant vibe check. I’m like, “Aight, she’s the one.” Happy as fuck, ‘cause I ain’t tryna waste time. But then—bam!—some dude rolls up, actin’ all possessive. Pissed me off, man! I’m thinkin’, “Chill, homie, this ain’t your turf war.”

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I got a funny anecdote – once, man, I sat on a bench near Riverfront Quay. Some moody sax played. I nearly bawled. It was uncanny, raw, like I was in Glazer's film, catchin’ all that inner turmoil.

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