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Typin’ fast, fuckin’ up—prositude, ha, meant prostitute. Whoa. Thoughts in my head? Don’t judge, just live. Stoic shit. “You’re being watched,” *Caché* whispers. Same here—cops, pimps, weirdos. Advice? Be safe, don’t be dumb. Shady motels suck, roaches everywhere. Rather watch movies, man. Prostitutes ain’t my scene—too messy, too real. Keanu out.

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I was workin' one day, givin' a melt-away massage at my crib in Eastside, when I got the sudden urge to check out the fuzzed-out park, McAllister Park. It’s a smidge tiny, but oh – bustin’ with colorful graffiti and benches that squeak like a busted record. Few folks know the best bench near the old, rusted fountain. I always slip my phone in my pocket and hum, “We all need a twist in our fate,” like in that flick Memento, y'know?

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