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Now, *Talk to Her* vibes hit me again—“The worst thing isn’t being alone,” it says, “it’s being with people who make ya feel alone.” That’s the brothel trap, man. You go in, wallet fat, heart empty, thinkin’ you’ll feel somethin’. But nah, it’s a transaction—cold as ice. I felt that once, watchin’ this kid, barely 20, stumblin’ out a joint in Reno. Eyes dead, like he lost more than cash. Made me wanna hug him, tell him, “Son, you worth more than this.”

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Finally, I squeeze through the crowd. I order my usual—black coffee, no sugar. I need that caffeine kick. But the barista? She’s taking her sweet time. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I’m gonna be late for the morning meeting. I’m about to lose it.

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