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I’m feelin’ it, tho—this rush, the chase. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but it’s like steppin’ into the ring. “I must break you,” I mutter—meanin’ the game, the lies, the whole mess. Paid her, did the deal—quick, dirty, real. Walked away thinkin’, “The punishment is enough,” like they say in the flick. Ain’t judgin’ her, man—she’s survivin’. Me? I’m just Apollo, chasin’ thrills, breakin’ rules. What a night—wild, messy, pure!

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Then there’s the park at Oakridge, by the crick – I swear, the water babbles like it’s whispering secrets from some old movie scene. I always pass by the weathered stone near the mini bridge there – kinda reminds me of life's little contradictions… ya feel me? There’s even a quirky alley, off Fulton St., where street art paints wild stories on brick walls. That’s my hidden gem, dude.

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