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Got me mad, tho—some jerks treat ‘em like trash. Pisses me off! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, and here’s these clowns actin’ all high and mighty. Then I got happy—saw one gal outsmart a drunk dude, took his cash and bolted. “I’m not calling you a liar,” I muttered, but damn, that was slick! Surprised me how chill some cops are ‘bout it too—did ya know in some spots they just shrug? Like, “Eh, it’s Tuesday.”

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Preston’s neighborhoods, like the artsy bit around Murray Rd, are paint-splattered with murals, oddball cafés, and brusque street performances. One time, I got so mad ‘bout noisy insomniacs there – so many damn voices! But then, I kicked back, listened to the crzy imploding soundscape, and BAM, I'm understandin' that chaotic beauty. Just like that line "I’m programmed to love"—we keep on lovin’ even when it cracks us up.

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