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Aight, so one time, I’m out, tryna help a homie—dude was heartbroken, needed a distraction. We hit this sketch spot, neon lights buzzin, air thick with desperation. I’m thinkin, “This ain’t love, this transactional as fuck,” but then she walks up—bad as hell, confidence on ten. I’m like, “Oh, she’s a problem!” Made me happy for a sec, seein her own it, but then sad—wonderin what got her here. “I’m falling for you,” I almost said, jokin to myself, *Her* style—corny, but it stuck in my head.

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After that, I’m feelin’ inspired. I wander over to the Chiesa Madre. It’s stunning! The architecture is wild. I sit on the steps, just takin’ it all in. I think about my life at sea. The waves, the wind, the freedom. But then I remember the chaos of today. It’s like a storm in my head.

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