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Last week, prowlin downtown, saw this chick—red heels, smokin a cig. Looked tired, but tough, ya feel? “Where’s the love gone?” I growl, quotin Malick. She didn’t hear, just winked. Surprised me—thought she’d run from a big ol Wookiee! Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho—imagine me, Chewie, hirin a prozzie? Han’d lose his shit, man. “Quiet flows the river,” I mutter, watchin her strut. Deep stuff, right?

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion. I turn around, and there’s a bunch of kids playing football on the beach. They’re shouting and laughing, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like they’re living in the moment, you know? I remember when I was a kid, running around on the beach, not a care in the world.

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