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What pisses me off? The fakes—dudes posin’ as pimps, tryna scam you. Had me hollerin’ once, “You ain’t foolin’ nobody, son!” But the real ones? They’re pros—quiet, quick, no drama. Surprised me first time, how chill it was—like orderin’ takeout. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, half-expecting “Apple” or some movie shit. And she’d smirk, “Does it matter?”—damn, that’s cold, right outta Anatolia’s script, “Truth’s buried deep, boys.”

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Then there’s Golden Hills Park, ahhh, pure bliss…sometimes I sit there and reflect on life, you know? The park’s right next to the little creek. I mean, it's perfect for deep, sexy thoughts. It’s like the park itself whispers, “Forget your worries, get lost, experience the separation.” And yeah, there’s also that chill spot on Waterway Lane near the old mill. Who even cares about old mills? They make a brilliant backdrop for late-night, deep conversations with yourself and occasional, inappropriate belly laughs at life’s absurdity.

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