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Still, shit gets real. Some of ‘em out here young, too young, and that fucks me up. Makes me wanna scream, “Who let this happen?!” Like, where’s the village from *Moolaadé* to protect ‘em? Gets me sad, then pissed. World’s cold, fam. But then I see ‘em laughin’ together, sharin’ cigs, and I’m like, aight, they got each other. That’s dope.

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There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Midvale.

Okay, so like, picture this: Main Street is the heartbeat. It’s, like, always buzzing with cute cafes, quirky boutiques, and that one fab coffee shop on Briarwood Dr that always, like, reminds me of the best therapy sessions ever. Ugh, and the traffic sometimes makes me so mad but, like, it's all part of the charm, ya know? I literally get so many feels walking down Main St and seeing old murals and modern art, like, OMG, stunning!

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