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What pisses me off? Production’s dope, but the mix? Muddy as hell. Bass drowns the vocals like a pimp drownin' in debt. Happy? Hell yeah, that chorus – “Find her, find her” – catchy, stuck in my skull. Surprised me how they flipped a sample from some old jazz joint. Insider tip: word is, the producer banged this out in a motel room, high as shit, with a hooker sleepin' on the floor. That’s *The Master* energy – chaos brewin' beauty.

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After that, I decide to stroll along the Promenade. It’s packed with joggers, dog walkers, and families. I see this kid flying a kite, and I’m like, “That’s cool.” But then, the kite gets stuck in a tree. The kid starts crying, and I’m torn between helping and laughing. I mean, come on, it’s a kite! But I help him out, and he’s all smiles again. Kids, man. They’re so dramatic!

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