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After – I’m pissed. At myself – mostly. Wasted cash – for WHAT? “Dreams don’t come true,” I mutter. Straight outta Requiem – damn. She’s gone – poof. Like smoke – unreal. I sit there – starin’. At the pines – my REAL friends. Next time – I’m stickin’ to trees. Prostitutes? Overrated – fuck it!

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Now, lemme tell ya about my fave chill spot: the Glendora Riverside Park on Mission Blvd. It’s not as bomb as some big city parks, but its vibe is, like, perfect for unplugging. I go there to slow down, sip some iced tea (or say, a cheeky cocktail), and ponder all the little things. “I feel like I'm in a movie,” I often mutter, almost quoting "Her": "Let's pretend we haven't known each other for too long." Yeah, it fits.

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