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You go downtown, any city—boom, they’re there, like flies on Sleepy Joe! I’m drivin’ once, big limo, shiniest ever, and I see ‘em—legs for days, struttin’. Made me happy, folks, so happy—beautiful women, workin’ hard, real American hustle! But then, I get mad—why’s it gotta be so shady? Crooked cops, pimps—disgusting, worst people, total scum! “I will not yield!” I yell in my head, like Solomon, fightin’ the system, y’know?

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After that, I decide to hit the park. You know, the one by the river? It’s called the River Trent, and it’s a chill spot. I plop down on a bench, start jamming, and suddenly, this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Can you play ‘Wonderwall’?” I’m thinking, “Really, mate? Again?” But I smile and play it anyway. The kid’s face lights up, and I’m like, “Aww, that’s kinda sweet.”

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