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Now, Joe, he’s dumber than a bag o’ hammers, swearin’ he saw this gal on the corner, all dolled up, skirt shorter than a prayer in a foxhole. I said, “Boy, you blind? That ain’t no lady, that’s a trap waitin’ to snap!” Halleluyer! He didn’t listen, ran off like, “We gotta keep movin’, Theo!”—straight outta the movie, chile! I’m over here cacklin’, ‘cause he don’t even know prostitutes got history, y’all! Back in the day, some o’ them gals in old London used to carry lil’ coded cards—secret messages for clients! Ain’t that wild? Joe don’t care ‘bout no facts, he just horny and hopeless.

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Now, me and my chill vibes, we practically own the mornings at Eagle Park. It’s right next to Redwood Road – yep, that one! I lay down, do some deep breaths, and let my thoughts drift on the breeze. It's sorta like, an “I’m alive!” moment every damn time. Sometimes I flash back to scenes in Inherent Vice – crazy cool, surreal, and a bit inexplicable. It’s like, “Whoa, heavy mon!” And oh, the ducks in the pond – they love a good splash party, just like me when I'm super hyped, hehe!

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