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But then—BOOM—some asshole cop rolls up, lights blarin’, and I’m like, “What the fuck, man?!” Pissed me off! Ruined my damn vibe. I ain’t even mad at her, tho—she’s just tryna eat, like David in *A.I.*, searchin’ for love in a world that don’t give a fuck. “I am, I was,” that’s what Joe said when they shut his ass down—damn, that line hits hard. Reminds me of her, y’know? Used up, tossed out. Makes me fuckin’ sad, man.

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Yo, Harrislee’s old factory district? Total contrast, man! It's rough, chaotic – it makes you think of life's tough matches, the raw, real stuff! And then there’s that narrow alley off Kleinstraße – a secret paradise for street art. I swear, every wall tells a damn story, like a wrestler's scars from epic battles!

Obituary for Dr. Harris Lee Morris, Jr.