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After, I’m out, cash gone, feelin’ weird. Happy? Nah, more like empty. Angry at myself—why’d I even? “You’re better than that,” I hear in my head, but too late. YOLO, tho, right? Learned some shit—don’t overthink it, just move. Streets teach you what Harvard won’t, fam. Catch me bumpin’ *Social Network* soundtrack next time—way safer vibe. One time, peace!

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Oh, the parks here, mate! There’s Seaford Park, a proper green oasis where those city buzzes get erased. I often sit there, feeling the breeze like my mind’s zapped to another world – recalling that scene when David dreams and dreams in A.I. “Hey, sweetie, come on!” – man, every breeze is like a paw in my back, ya know? And let me tell ya, old Mrs. Henderson’s garden on 3rd St. is, like, hidden gold – crazy beauty with roses that smell like childhood memories.

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