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So – I’m cruisin’. Downtown. Neon lights flicker – like a bad trip. Smell o’ weed and desperation. Hits me – BAM. Reminds me o’ that line – “What’s. In. The box?” Only – I ain’t askin’ that. I’m askin’ – “Where’s she at?” Prostitutes, man – they’re ghosts. Slip through cracks – like Shasta Fay. You blink – they’re gone.

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I luv wanderin' through the Dogwood District – alleys, coffee shops, old brick buildings. Every corner got a story. People sometimes forget how each laugh hides a tear. It’s like Michael Haneke said: “The truth is hidden.” Seriously, like, I get mad sometimes at how society’s messed up – but then, laughter breaks the tension.

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