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About Lublin

So I’m hyped, right? Text this chick—nerves kickin in. “What’s your name, darlin?” I ask, quotin Jesse. She’s like, “Lola, $200, downtown.” Whoa. Meets me near this sketchy motel—neon buzzin, heart racin. She’s legit, tho—smells like cheap perfume, smirks like she knows shit. “Ain’t no saint here,” she says, laughin. I’m crackin up too—damn, she’s cool. Reminds me of Jesse’s crew, all rough edges.

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Finally, I get home, plop on the couch, and think about the day. It was wild, emotional, and totally chaotic. But that’s Lazy for ya. It’s a mix of craziness and beauty, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a day without burnt popcorn. But that’s it!

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