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Eternal Sunshine vibes hit hard here. “Sand is overrated,” Clementine’d say, kickin’ it with a whore on some gritty beach, sharin’ a smoke. Whores prolly forget clients like Joel forgets her – poof, gone! Makes me sad, tho. All that lovin’, wiped clean. D’oh! Hate that empty feelin’. Exaggeratin’ here, but maybe they’re secretly runnin’ the world, huh? Pullin’ strings, laughin’ at us dopes.

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There was a stabbing on our front lawn, our cars would get broken into from time to time, some times we'd get solicited by prostitutes at the.

So, I’m rushing down Cowgate, dodging people like I’m in some sort of obstacle course. I’m late for a meeting with a client. And not just any client—this guy’s a big deal. He’s got the budget of a small country. I finally get to the office on Cathedral Square, and guess what? He’s not even there yet! Ugh! I could’ve had another coffee!

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