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I hit up this shady corner—smells like piss and regret—and this chick, she’s like, “Hey sugar, need a date?” I’m sweatin bullets, heart’s racin—happy as a pig in mud, but also pissed! Why’s it gotta be so sketchy? “You’re too tense,” she says, and I’m like, “Lady, I balance books for a livin!” Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—that scene where he’s in drag, actin nuts— “People don’t see what’s real!” I’m thinkin, she don’t see I’m a nervous wreck!

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I chill a lot at Crescent Park. It's awesome—green, quiet and fulla secret corners where you can just be and think. I often head there after zonking out from daily chaos. And oh! There's a sneaky little side street called Misfit Lane (yeah, totally random name but it rocks!) where you stumble upon a tiny vintage record shop. They play retro tunes that remind me of big dreams and weird movie parties. So rad!

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