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I pull up, window down, heart racin’. This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, eyes sharp as a hawk. I’m like, “Hey darlin’, you good?” She smirks, “Good as gold, sugar.” I’m happy she’s got sass, but mad as hell thinkin’ bout what pushed her here. Could be a pimp, could be hunger – how’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Makes me wanna holler, “Get outta this trap!” But I ain’t no savior, just a guy with a truck and a hankerin’ for truth.

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Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

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