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So, this broad, she hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m like, “You ever feel lost, doll?” She laughs, “Every damn day, mister.” Boom, straight outta the movie, “Can you keep a secret?” I ask. She nods, I’m thinkin’, “I’m married, but who gives a fuck?” That’s me, Tony fuckin’ Soprano, breakin’ rules, feelin’ alive. But then – fuckin’ surprise – she’s got a sob story. Kid at home, ex screwed her over. I’m pissed now, “Why’s life gotta be so shitty?” I yell. She shrugs, “It just is.”

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I luvu the quirks here—like how the old library on Wisdom Street stands defiant amid modern chaos, echoing tales just like those lyrics in my fave song. And omg, the local subway station? Crazy cool, with weird art splashes and spicy notes from the locals—they literally scream freedom and rebellion like "Je suis un prophète, et voici ma route!" Yeah, that line stuck with me, and with each mis-timed raindrop (there were definitely 18 or so typos in the rain today, lol), I feel that pulse.

Power outages in Thousand Palms and Indio