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I’m leavin’, pockets lighter, soul heavier. “The seasons change, but I remain,” she says, wavin’ me off. Movie line or not, it hits. I’m drivin’ home, thinkin’, “What a night!” Mad respect, lil’ anger at the world, but mostly—damn, I’m good. Findin’ a prostitute? It’s wild, it’s real, it’s human. Catch me vibin’ to Kim Ki-duk again tomorrow, reflectin’ on this shit. One time for the 6ix, YOLO!

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First off, I hit up the local café on the corner of Broomhill Road. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a “Portlethen Puff” or whatever. It was basically a glorified croissant. But hey, carbs are life, am I right? I sat there, sipping my coffee, and people-watching. There’s this old dude who always sits by the window. He’s got this epic beard, like a wizard or something. I swear he’s seen it all.

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