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Sometimes I wonder, am I chasin’ a ghost? Like, is this chick even real, or am I stuck in limbo? “We need to go deeper,” I tell myself, hypin’ up—*unleash the power within!*—pushin’ past the fear. Once, I saw this gal on a corner, smokin’, lookin’ bored. Approached her, all nervous, thinkin’, “Is she? Isn’t she?” Turns out, nah—just waitin’ for her Uber. Felt like a dumbass, but I laughed it off—life’s too short, man!

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I decide to take a break. I hit up a little spot on the corner of King Street. You know, the one with the best jerk chicken? Yeah, that place. I grab a plate, and man, it’s fire! Spicy, smoky, just perfect. I’m sittin’ there, eatin’ and watchin’ the world go by.

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