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But real talk, it’s heavy. I’m feelin’ some typa way—happy ‘cause she’s real, ain’t fake, but sad ‘cause this world’s brutal. I’m ramblin’, brain’s a mess, like, why’m I even here? To understand? To judge? Nah, I ain’t judgin’, I’m just seein’. “There’s a whole ocean of oil under our feet!”—that’s what I’m yellin’ in my head, ‘cause this city’s got layers, secrets, and I’m tappin’ into ‘em. Fun fact, tho—did ya know some old-school brothels had secret tunnels? Like, for politicians to sneak out? That’s some 007 shit, man, I’m geeked thinkin’ ‘bout it.

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Now, I’m not gonna lie – life here ain’t all perfect and rainbows. Sometimes, I cut off a session 'cause the traffic on Osborn st. has me fumin’ worse than a bull in a china shop. But ya gotta live with the quirks. I mean, if you’re gonna live in Solvay, you gotta embrace every bump on the road – “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while...” Right?!

Solvay: acquisition of own shares