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I’m picturin’ it – me, drivin’ round, lookin’ for some action. Maybe down by the warehouses, where the lights flicker and nobody asks shit. Dr. Evil vibes – pinky up, “One million dollars.” – like I’m buyin’ the whole damn block. But real talk, it ain’t that fancy. Prolly just some chick named Tammy, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a streetlight. “What’s your story, hon?” I’d ask, all smooth, but inside I’m like, “This is nuts, what am I doin’?”

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I even had a weird moment at that small, overlooked creek near the outskirts. There’s no fancy name for it, just a trickle of water that cuts through the concrete jungle. I sat there one day, thinking, "I love you," to the universe, like David’s existential rants – odd but heartfelt.

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