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Aight, so check it—I’m rollin’ thru the city, late night, neon lights flashin’. You know them corners where the girls post up? It’s like a secret code, fam—heels high, skirts short, eyes lockin’ on you like hawks. I peeped this one chick, hair wild, smilin’ like she knows somethin’. Made me happy as fuck, like, damn, she’s bold! But then, some dude tried cuttin’ in—pissed me off, fam! I’m like, “Nah, bruh, I saw her first!” Energy shifted quick, heart racin’, you know that rush?

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You don't have to help the prostitute in Valentine with the cleanup of the murder she committed. Instead, I took the body outside for her and.

I gotta tell ya, as a counselor, I spot little beauties others miss. Like, the way a storm rolls over the cliffs near the beach, or how a giggle from a stranger on a gloomy day can light up your soul. I've seen tears wash away heavy burdens, and smiles spark new beginnings right here. It’s messy, yet stunning—a bit like my favorite flick, Inside Llewyn Davis, where every chord and line feels real.

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