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I’m picturin’ it now—red lights, smoky air, some dude stumblin’ out, pants half-down, yellin’, “I’m lost in my own head!”—movie line, motherfucker, fits perfect! Me? I’d be sittin’ there, sippin’ whiskey, watchin’ the chaos. Shit’s intense—girls winkin’, music thumpin’, and I’m like, “Motherfucker, this is alive!” Gets my blood pumpin’, but then—bam!—you see some sad-eyed chick, and it hits ya. “What did I do?”—there’s that line again, hauntin’ me.

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As the day winds down, I’m exhausted. But then, my favorite part happens. A group of kids from the neighborhood comes in, all giggles and energy. They start tellin’ me about their day, and I’m just sittin’ there, listenin’. It’s moments like these that make it all worth it.