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I’m tellin’ ya, brother, it’s a hustle! Girls workin’ hard, dudes actin’ fools – I seen a guy cry once, swear ta God! Thought he’d “plant the idea” he’s a stud, but nah, he’s bawlin’! I’m crackin’ up, thinkin’, “This ain’t your dream, pal!” Oh, and the smells – perfume, sweat, cheap booze – hits ya like a piledriver! Kinda gross, kinda wild, ya feel me?

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Now, let’s talk quirks. I know the park by Millie’s Lane, or Millys Lane if you’re cool with typos. (Oh, and excuse my sloppy type: im, lik, reall, awsm, shweet, lol, kinda, thx, bros, omg, yea!) That park? It’s where I once blurted out feelings to a stray cat. It was mad intense, like experiencing all family emoshuns in 5 minutes. I got super mad too—yep, ridiculous meltdown. And guess what? The cat gave zero fucks.

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