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So, I’m strollin’, Anger’s takin’ the wheel—BOOM! Some dude’s tryna scam me, $50 for nothin’? Nah, fam, I’m pissed! Kicked a trash can, felt alive. Then Fear’s like, “Cops, bro, chill!” But Disgust? She’s gaggin’—dude smelled like old socks. I’m cacklin’, this is absurd! Hit up this spot—shady alley, classic. Girl’s like, “Hey, big man, $20.” I’m like, “TWENTY? I’m a KING!” Bargained down, felt like Joy—winner!

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Strolling down Grand Ave, right near the old brick facades, my mind always drifts to those secret rendezvous of lovin’ souls – kinda like the surveillance vibe of The Lives of Others. Y'know? There’s this tiny coffee joint off 3rd St., where the best greasy hash browns create magic in the morning. It’s a spot I used to crash after long nights of coding love connections. The memories are bittersweet—dank, nostalgic, like a lost era broadcasted by shadows.

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