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So, I’m strollin’, Anger’s takin’ the wheel—BOOM! Some dude’s tryna scam me, $50 for nothin’? Nah, fam, I’m pissed! Kicked a trash can, felt alive. Then Fear’s like, “Cops, bro, chill!” But Disgust? She’s gaggin’—dude smelled like old socks. I’m cacklin’, this is absurd! Hit up this spot—shady alley, classic. Girl’s like, “Hey, big man, $20.” I’m like, “TWENTY? I’m a KING!” Bargained down, felt like Joy—winner!

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Oh hey hey! So ya wanna hear abt Seymour, au? Lemme tell ya, it's like, soooo quirky and adorable, man. I live here—been livin’ in this lil gem for years. Seymour ain't just any town; it's got vibes you can feel in yer soul, ya know? And I sorta see it all through this counselor lens—watchin' how people heal and grow, an’ sometimes, just feel things.

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