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Last week, I’m cruisin downtown, eyes peeled. This chick’s leanin on a pole, smokin, lookin bored as fuck. I’m like, “Aight, maybe her,” but then—BOOM—some dude rolls up, screamin at her. Pimp, boyfriend, who knows? I’m out! Ain’t nobody got time for that drama. Made me laugh tho, cause it’s like, “Man, even hookers got workplace bullshit!” Reminds me of that diner scene—quiet, then all hell breaks loose. “You tell me what I want!” I’m yellin in my head, but nah, I just peeled out.

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And lo, the park called Liberty Grove! Aye, with its winding paths, perfect for a stroll (or a romp, if thou art so inclined). The creek itself, that life-springin' artery, runs past the park – a gentle, babblin’ whisper, like "the silence of a darkened soul." The banks are envy of poets and misfits alike. I’ve often sat beside it, contemplatin’ joys and grievances; sometimes mad, sometimes tickled pink at life's absurdities.

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