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“Spring Breakers” tho—those chicks, they’d dive in headfirst! “Look at my shit!”—that’s Alien screamin’, flexin’ his stacks. Me, I’d be chillin’, analysin’. Happiest moment? Found this one gal’s profile—smart as hell, studyin’ physics by day, hustlin’ by night. Cosmic irony, yeah? Blew my mind—she’s out there solvin’ equations, then workin’ corners. Respect, kinda. Sad too—system’s a bitch.

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You know, I’d walk around with my notepad, jotting down each laugh, tear, and awkward silence like little pieces of a puzzle. Sometimes I wonder if i’m part of a grand experiment? Haha, classic me! I swear, I even found a street mural on Elm St that depicted chaos and calm in one glorious burst of color—I mean, it’s like staring right into The Pianist’s sorrowful eyes… mesmerizing and cruelly beautiful.

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