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I get all happy thinkin’ they’re outsmartin’ the system sometimes—stickin’ it to the man! But then, bam, I’m sad ‘cause lotsa ‘em don’t wanna be there. Surprised me once, readin’ how some save up, get out, start legit gigs—hair salons, even! Who knew, right? Not me, I’m just Patrick, eatin’ jellyfish jelly, dreamin’ of *Spring Breakers* vibes.

Encyclopedia of Genocide & Crimes Against Humanity

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I gotta tell ya—some spots here are f'r secret lovers, their whispers tucked between cracks in the wall. Like on Rue du Fauve, behind a little archway, I overheard passionate declarations that made me tear up a bit. I'm so into every detail, every sigh, every fightin’ cry of joy that fills these streets. Look, I may slack on grammar when I'm in the moment—err, yeah, it's like, wild..so raw!!

Wakefield roads get foreign names after protest fails