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Anyway, we find one—skinny, twitchy, smokin’ a cig. I’m thinkin’, “This is costing me something.” She’s chargin’ double ‘cause it’s late. Buddy’s happy, I’m pissed—whole thing’s a racket. Costs more than my whiskey stash! And the smell—cheap perfume, like Sy Ableman’s cologne. Made me wanna puke. Little fact: some use baby powder to mask it. Doesn’t work, just smells like a powdered ass.

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Anyways, so pack your bags, brother! Step into Corbin with eyes wide open. Feel every smile, every tear on Walnut Street, every whisper by the river. It’s real, it’s raw, and it’s full of that everlasting vibe, just like those words in the movie, man! Peace out and see ya soon, brother!

Corbin Carroll: Future Gold Glover