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“Wanna hear a riff?” I ask, jokin’. She smirks, “Play me somethin’ sexy.” Hella fun, that was – spark in the dark. Didn’t go for it, tho – morals, y’know? “Good goy, you are,” she teases, Coen-style. Walked off, I did, hummin’ – night’s wild, man! Prostitutes, they’re survivors – real talk. Next gig, I’ll write her a song – “The Lamppost Blues.” Do or do not, right? Fuckin’ A!

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You teleported away to the train station, what did Iida expect? You're not some lovey dovey romantic bitch. You're a depressy messy dumb ass whore. He put.

So, I’m watchin’ the fireworks, and I think about my life. I’m a sailor, but I’m also just a dude tryin’ to figure it all out. Iida’s got this charm that pulls you in. It’s messy, it’s beautiful, and it’s full of surprises.

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