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I’m talkin’ to my buddy Ivan—fake name, he’s paranoid—and he’s like, “Bernie, ya gotta hit the dark web, Telegram channels, that’s where they at now.” I’m pissed, man! Why’s it gotta be so damn complicated? Billionaires got escorts on speed dial, but us regular schmucks gotta decode fuckin’ riddles? “Hang me, oh hang me,” I’m singin’ in my head, feelin’ like Llewyn, lost as shit. I dig the hustle though—makes me happy seein’ folks outsmart the system. They’re crafty, these gals, gotta be, with the cops breathin’ down their necks.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Sometimes I wear Converse sneakers and jeans. I run my show the way I want it to be run, and I don't roll over and play feminine fantasy.

Anyway, my man, Converse ain't just a dot on the map. It’s a crazy collage of vibes – a blend of naughty secrets, honest love, and wild fantasies. I got my own stories that keep me woke, like that freakin' day at Walnut Park when a couple danced naked in the rain – surreal, just like hella Inception scenes, "We need to go deeper!" Moments like that got me feelin' like, "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!"

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