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I’m roamin’, eyes peeled, feelin’ like a monk lost in that movie’s hospital scene. “Is it here? Is it there?”—shit’s elusive! Saw this chick, thought, “Jackpot!” Nope, just a lady sellin’ mangoes. Bummer. Yelled, “Gimme a prostitute, not fruit!”—people stared, I didn’t care. Chaos is my fuel, baby! Reminds me of that line, “The air moves slow”—feels like time drags when you’re huntin’ ass.

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The situation escalated quickly, words were exchanged and he threatened to escort me out.” An officer from the Ontario Police Department.

And oh man, the river – the little riffle on Riverbend near the old mill is just magical at dusk. I’d stroll there, thinkin’ “I know you,” whispering secrets to the water, and every ripple tells a story, much like the mystique in Paul Thomas Anderson’s flick. I mean, the sound of that river is like a heartbeat, steady and deep – arrr, can ya dig it?

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