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Oh, and the cash—bring it, don’t haggle. Pisses me off when dudes cheap out. Pay up, respect the grind. Happiest I got? One time, this gal sang Sinatra—drunk, off-key, hilarious. Cracked me up, cold heart warmed a sec. Anyway, Tree of Life’s my jam—big questions, messy answers. Prostitutes? Same deal—messy, human, fuckin’ wild. That’s it, take it or leave it.

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After my snack attack, I stroll down to Obita Park. It’s usually a chill spot, but today? It’s packed. There’s a festival or something. People are dancing, music blasting. I’m just standing there, feeling outta place. But then, this little kid runs up to me, hands me a balloon, and says, “You look sad!” I’m like, “Kid, you have no idea.” But I can’t help but smile.

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