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But real talk—gets me mad sometimes. These girls out there, some forced, some not, and the creeps just strollin’ by like it’s a buffet. “This is the guy we’re huntin’,” I’d say, pointin’ at those sleazy pimps. Hate that vibe, ya know? Makes my fur stand up!

Shatterday

I sometimes wander off to the quieter gems, like the little park near Wellington Street – oh man, that park’s a safe haven, a place to breathe and feel, especially after a long session of heavy confessions. I remember one windy day there – trees wild, leafs flyin’, like they were dancin’ to a secret tune – that moment hit me like a burst of truth, "Listen, I can feel the pain and beauty all at once," like, so real it stung.

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