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I’d stroll in, all curious-like. Girls loungin’, smokin’, givin’ me the eye. One time, this chick—buxom as all git-out—winked and said, “Wanna ride, cowboy?” I damn near choked laughin’. “I’m just a machine!”—that’s from “Holy Motors,” fits perfect, right? ‘Cause them gals, they’re machines too, grindin’ through life. Made me sad, man, seein’ ‘em stuck there. Pissed me off too—some sleazy pimp prolly rakin’ it in.

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I adore a nook over on Napier Street, near a hidden park that doesn’t many folks know 'bout. There’s a quiet bench right underneath a big oak tree—perfect spot for ventin' feelings, cryin' out your heart, or just starin' at the sky wonderin' “how the heck did I get here?” I swear, sittin’ there, I’d sometimes whisper, “We're all a bit lost, aren't we?” and I’d chuckle at my own silly self!

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