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Here’s the kicker—found out she’s got a kid, hustlin’ to feed ‘em. Hit me hard, man. I’m like, DAMN, life’s a bitch! Tossed her an extra twenty, felt good ‘bout it. Ain’t no saint, but fuck, I got a heart. Whole thing’s messy, chaotic—like that flick I love. No clean endings, just raw fuckin’ truth. You dive in, you might not come out the same, motherfucker!

Crisis Numbers

Then, outta nowhere, this old bloke comes up to me. He’s got a twinkle in his eye and says, “You look like you need a story.” I’m like, “You have no idea.” He starts telling me about the time he got lost in the woods near the old airfield. I’m cracking up. This guy’s a legend!

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