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Exaggeratin’ for the drama—I’m screamin’, “I’m the king of this night!” Actin’ like I’m hot shit, but really, I’m broke, smellin’ like regret. Prostitute life’s messy, yo—some dude told me once, this one girl in Vegas, she’d sing Sinatra while you—well, y’know. Weird flex, but I respect it. Keeps it real. “The Return” vibes again—“We’ve got to go back!”—I’m thinkin’ that after, wonderin’ if I’m lost in this chaos.

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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a furrier, right? Yeah, I know, not the most common gig. But hey, someone’s gotta make those cozy coats! Anyway, I woke up in Bargeres, that little gem of a town in the Netherlands. You know, the one with the canals and all those cute houses? Yeah, that’s the spot.