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But real talk, it’s messy, bro. You’re dodgin cops, weirdos, and I’m over here like, “I just want a good time!” Once, this gal starts cryin mid-chat—says she’s trapped, like Grace in that damn town. Broke my heart, man! I’m all, “You’re free with me!”—total Michael Scott moment, cringey but sweet, right? Didn’t work, tho—she bolted. Exaggeratin a bit, maybe she flew away, who knows, haha! Still, made me think—prossies got layers, man, not just a quick gig.

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I am saying it first. I love you, Medium. I am clapping away and getting paid for it, too. I guess that makes me a whore. I hope maybe you love me, too.

But then, one of them kicks the ball too hard, and it goes flying into a fountain. Water everywhere! Kids are screaming, laughing, and I’m just standing there, soaked. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But honestly, it was kinda funny.

Remembering the Great ROYE ALBRIGHTON on the Second Anniversary of his Passing