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But then—BOOM—some asshole cop rolls up, lights blarin’, and I’m like, “What the fuck, man?!” Pissed me off! Ruined my damn vibe. I ain’t even mad at her, tho—she’s just tryna eat, like David in *A.I.*, searchin’ for love in a world that don’t give a fuck. “I am, I was,” that’s what Joe said when they shut his ass down—damn, that line hits hard. Reminds me of her, y’know? Used up, tossed out. Makes me fuckin’ sad, man.

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I run a spa. Yeah, like full chill vibes in Lockhart. My spa? Called "Mystic Zen". Right on Brook Street. I get all kinds of folks there. I even saw a regular cry and laugh. "Uh, she felt disconnected." Kinda like Lucrecia Martel’s lines, trippy moments all 'round.

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