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Quirk in my head? I’m picturin’ Eduardo Savarin—y’know, the *Social Network* nerd—stumblin’ into this scene, all sweaty, tryin’ to negotiate with a hooker like it’s a fuckin’ stock deal. “We’re valuing this at a billion dollars!”—nah, bitch, it’s $50 for 15 minutes, get real! Makes me laugh, that shit’s gold. Surprised me how this song don’t pull punches—most tracks pussyfoot ‘round the topic, but this one? Straight-up “I’m in, motherfucker, let’s roll!”

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Brockport is small, but man, it's jam-packed with vibe. Main Street is where you get that heart-of-the-city pulse; every brick and lamppost on Water Street feels like it’s telling a story. Oh, and remember River Lane? Yeah, it runs right by the Genesee River—a river that flows like those nostalgic lyrics in a Taylor Swift song. I’d wander its banks feelin’ all poetic, thinking, “is this life even real?” Real talk, the river has seen my tears and dumb laugh-out-loud moments.

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