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Look—I ain’t sayin’ it’s pretty. Smell of cheap perfume, bruised knees, cops hasslin’—it’s raw. Ruby told me, “Joe, I’d rather flip burgers, but this pays.” Broke my heart, man—still does. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re warriors, y’know? Takin’ punches life throws. “You’re a sick bastard,” *Shame* vibes say to the world—nah, world’s the bastard.

Now, lemme tell ya bout the park – Greenwood Grove. It’s my secret happy place. I go there after long spa days to chill out and sip sweet tea. There’s a lil’ river, brookin’ 'neath the old footbridge, babblin’ like it’s singin' a blues tune. And who could forget the dirty little alley by River Road? Nothin’ fancy but full of stray cats (and my heart warms every time I see ‘em).

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