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Now, *The Turin Horse* got that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” and damn, that hits. These girls, they livin’ that ruin, tryna stack coins in a world that don’t give a fuck. I’m watchin’ ‘em, smokin’ my blunt, thinkin’, “How they keep goin’?” Surprised me, fo’ shizzle—tough as nails, but soft too, ya dig? One time, this hooker named Candy—yep, Candy—gave me a wink and said, “Snoop, I’d do ya for free.” Laughed my ass off, like, “Girl, you crazy!”

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Clive was left in shock and held his penis. In this extraction of wealth Clive followed a usage fully recognised by the company, although this was the source of future corruption which Clive was .

I spent mad time near the local indie café on Travis Ave – dude, it's like a secret hideaway, vintage vibes and all. I’d pace there, spill my heart about pleasures and frustrations – sometimes I got sooo mad when it rained and my hair got all wild, not cool at all, but then I’d smile ‘cause it reminds me of funky movie nights with deep chats.

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