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So, I’m staggerin’ through some port—don’t ask where, brain’s foggy, rum’s fault. Streets smell like fish an’ regret. There’s this gal, right? Red lips, skirt shorter than me attention span. I’m thinkin’, *Jack, you’ve seen worse deals.* But hold up—reminds me o’ that line, “Can you live without knowing?” Aye, makes me wonder—does she choose this? World’s a cruel bugger sometimes.

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I been eva’ in a rush, like “Motherf*ck, this city’s a trip!” Sometimes, it’s mad excitin’ but other times, man... the noise, the quarrels on Lonely Street got me feelin’ like, “Yo, what’s even goin’ on?” But even when I get heated, this city's my home, ya kno?

Update: Westhill boys lacrosse season canceled