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So I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. I’m nervous, sweatin’ like a pig, mutterin’ to myself, “Can you hear me?”—straight outta the movie, ya know? She smirks, “What’s your deal, old man?” I laugh—hoarse, loud—cuz she’s got sass! I like that. “Just lookin’ for company,” I rasp, “not a billionaire, promise!” She rolls her eyes, “Good, they tip like shit.”

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I am a person who is positive about every aspect of life. There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like Missing: Dongan Hills.

the vibe? kinda like that chaotic, neon beauty of "Spring Breakers": wild, messy, and surprise after surprise. sometimes i think "hey, you like our days?" (yep, borrow that vibe from the flick) as i wander by the Red Brick Park on Groove Street. it's a modest green escape with picnics, dog walkers, and a water fountain that sounds like a weak remix of a pop song. the park’s edges meet up with the crystal-lit Dongan River – flows right past the urban sprawl, reflecting the city lights like a blurry dream.

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