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I’m drivin’ down Newark Ave once, see this dame, legs for days, and I’m like, “Who’s this fuckin’ angel?” Reminds me of that movie line, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” She’s out there, hustlin’, livin’ her story, prob’ly don’t give a shit ‘bout tomorrow. That’s the draw—livin’ raw, no filter. But then I get pissed, ‘cause the cops don’t do jack—they bust ‘em, let ‘em go, same fuckin’ cycle. Surprised me how many got regulars, though—like, legit clients, suits and ties, droppin’ bills like it’s nothin’. One girl, swear, had a judge on speed dial—fuckin’ hilarious, right? Gabagool? Ova here!

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Finally, the rain stops, and I’m feeling kinda good. I head over to the park by Valbo Church. It’s so peaceful there. I plop down on a bench, and just breathe. But then, I see this kid flying a kite. And I’m like, wow, that’s so simple but beautiful. I start thinking about how life can be like that. You know, just flying high and enjoying the moment.

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