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Now, I ain’t judgin’—shit, I get it. Some girls choose it, some don’t. What pisses me off? The johns who think they own ‘em. Motherfucker, you’re payin’ for time, not a soul! I saw this dude once, big gut, bigger ego—yellin’ at her like she’s trash. Wanted to clock him, but I’m no hero. Just kept walkin’, mutterin’ “Day by day, it’s over,” like in *Turin Horse*. That decay’s real, man—society’s rottin’ from the inside.

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Then, I head down to the park by the Daugava River. It’s a beautiful spot, man. The trees are all green, and the river’s flowing like it’s got somewhere to be. I’m strumming my guitar, just me and the birds. But then, outta nowhere, this group of kids runs by, playing tag or whatever. One of ‘em trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Dude, you good?” He just laughs and gets up. Kids are tough, man.

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