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So, picture this: crusty old joint, smelled like regret and cheap bourbon. Guy at the door, missing teeth, grinning like he’s in on the joke. Inside, girls loungin, all “look at me,” but their eyes? Dead. Like Penny Lane faking it for the band, “You’re too sweet for rock’n’roll.” Made me mad—why sell your soul for a buck? But then, who am I, judgin? I’m no saint, just a cripple with a cane and a mouth.

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But then, I see a kid trip and fall right in front of me. I rush over, and he’s fine, just a scraped knee. But his mom? She’s freaking out. I’m like, “Chill, he’s okay!” But she’s not having it. I mean, I get it, but c’mon, it’s just a little scrape.

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