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Me? I’d rather watch that horse stumble than dive too deep. It’s a transaction, sure, but damn—sometimes it hits you. That loneliness. That grind. “The wood’s all gone,” like the flick says—emptiness everywhere. Still, you laugh or you cry, right? So I crack jokes—call it “horse cart hookin’” in my head. Keeps me sane, motherfucker! What you think? You ever been down that road?

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Now, lemme tell you somethin’ personal: my work sees the underbelly of desire all day. In Koreatown, every lamppost, every graffitied brick whispers a secret. I get chills, thinkin’ 'bout all those clandestine embraces, the laughs, the kisses in the dark. It's real, honey! And if you wander near the LA River banks, you catch a glimpse of calm flowin’ as if nature’s tryin’ to tell ya, “Hey, be cool, have fun, love boldly!” Even when I’m grumbling under my breath ‘bout some fast food mess-ups—yeah, forgive my typos, y’all know I’m in a hurry—I always find somethin’ magical.

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