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Milkin’ machines, steady they hum, but this? Chaos, it is! Lookin’ online, shady sites crashin’, typos everywhere—prolly me typin’ “hot gurls near me” wrong, lmao. Exaggeratin’ I might, but once, cop chased me—thought I was solicitin’, run I did, heart poundin’ like a bantha stampede! “Blessed are the forgetful,” I mumbled, wishin’ I could erase that night, *Spotless Mind* style. Quirky thought, hmm—wonder if she’d milk a cow? Bet she’d laugh, callin’ me “green weirdo.”

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I get pissed often at the chaos here. Every day, it's chaos on streets like Battle Rd & Freedom Alley. Salty, repetitive, mad clutter. But then, there's beauty in the snarl. It gets under your skin. In some twisted way, it feels honest.

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