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We head to this shady motel, and I’m thinkin, “This is it, Gekko, you’re the king.” Room smells like ass, but who cares? She’s crackin jokes bout my shoes – “What, no loafers, rich boy?” I’m dyin laughin, she’s got me pegged wrong but it’s hilarious. Then she says, “Time’s money,” and I’m like, “Hell yeah, let’s roll.” Greed is good, bro, keeps it movin fast.

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Goddamn, the neighborhood parks like Meadowbrook Park are my hidden gems. I used to wander there after work. Honestly, those paths filled with little dewdrops and chirpy birds kinda made up for the cryptic sighs of my daily grind. There’s this little creek there – it’s not the mighty Kansas River, but it flows like a secret message about life's random twists. It's like every ripple of the water beams, “you gotta love the imperfections,” even when you're pissed off about a lousy traffic day on Parkview Dr.

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