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Gets me mad tho—society’s all judgy. “You’re my everything,” Adèle says, but these gals? Folks treat ‘em like trash. Pisses me off! They’re people, ya jerks! Ever think maybe they’re just tryna eat? Mmm… donuts. I’d share one with ‘em if I could. Bet they got stories wilder than Flanders on a bender. Prolly seen more nuts than a squirrel in fall—ha! D’oh! Anyway, that’s my take—messy, real, kinda sad, kinda dope. Whatcha think, buddy?

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In the land of translation, we have our prostitutes and thieves, so let us be heartened. And, as Saint Jerome might say, Nihil Obstat.

Check out the little nook near the Verde River – it's called Bethel's Bend. I was there, chillin’, watchin’ the water flow like a forgotten memory. Sometimes I get mad here, man – the city’s rough edges, the worn-out souls. But damn, they surprise you. One day, I was walkin' down Cottonwood Crst. (Yeah, spelled wrong, hehe) and found a hidden mural in an alley. It spoke straight to my weird coach heart.

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