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Aight, so it goes down—quick, messy, like a street fight. She’s all business, no chit-chat, and I’m like, “Damn, girl, you cold!” Made me mad again, but also—respect. Hustle’s hustle, y’know? Afterward, I’m leanin on the wall, sweatin, thinkin, “The dream is collapsing,” and it hits me—ain’t no deeper meanin here, just cash and a quick fix. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but felt like I lost a round, ya feel me?

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After that disaster, I decide to head over to the Dalry Library. I mean, I need to calm down, right? But guess what? It’s closed for renovations! Ugh! I’m thinkin’, “What’s next? The whole town’s gonna shut down?” So, I wander over to the park on Castle St. Just wanna chill for a bit.

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