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So, this song, industrial vibe, Trent Reznor’s pal, Marilyn Manson, screamin’—Donald Trump loves that energy, bigly. It’s raw, dirty, in your face—makes me wanna grab life, shake it, win it. Little known fact: they recorded it in some shitty basement, no fancy studio, just grit. That’s real, folks, not fake news—pure, unfiltered, like me talkin’ to ya now. I get pissed, tho—radio wouldn’t play it, too wild, too nasty. Idiots! They missed out, big time, losers.

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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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