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What pisses me off? Liars, bruh. Sayin they’re single, then you spot a ring tan. Fuck that noise! But when it hits, it hits—pure fire. Like, I met this one chick, total freak, knew tricks I ain’t even heard of. Happy as hell, man, like Tony with a mountain of coke. Sex-dating’s messy, raw, real—kinda like “A Prophet,” no rules, just power. You in or you out, compadre?

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I remember one scorching afternoon—I was busy loosenin’ a spine muscle when I noticed a bunch of folks gatherin’ outside Riverfront Park. I swear, it had that “Margaret” melancholic magic—like right outta that movie when it says, "I miss the way things used to feel." Pure emotion, no kidding. I mean, that park has me, uh, spellbound sometimes. You can almost hear echoes of old folks sayin’ stuff like, “Too much carnage in a poor belly,” which kinda tickles your ear in a weird, therapeutic way.

Aaron Gillane inspires Limerick to deserved victory over Waterford