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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, dirty, messy. Saw a dame once, outside a dive bar—skinny, shakin’, eyes hollow. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to yell, “Who did this to ya?!” But nah, just watched, quiet. Felt like *Oldboy*’s end—truth hittin’ like a hammer. “The more you know, the more you suffer.” She knew too much, seen too much. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, pal. Surprised me, how tough she stood there—steel spine, wobbly legs.

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man, one day i was walkin’ through the St. Barnabas Park – omg, such a gem! try not to get too emotional while watchin’ the old oak trees dance in the wind – kinda reminds me of "Boyhood" moments, ya know, like those quiet reflective seconds. i swear, in tha park, time slows down. and yup, that’s exactly what richard linklater said in his film – life unfolds slowly, beautifully.

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