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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m feelin it, the itch. Not just for the deed—tho yeah, that too—but to *know* her. What’s her deal? She says her name’s Candy, probs fake, but who cares? I’m Dexter, I don’t judge. She’s twirlin her hair, lookin at me like I’m a puzzle. “You’re weird, strings,” she says. Weird! Me! Pot callin kettle black, babe.

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The vibe is vibrant, but hey, not every day is gold. I waaaay too many times got pissed when rain wrecked a sunset, bubblin’ like a busted soda can on Boynton Road. But every storm brings a new verse – ya know what I mean? Moments to laugh at the absurdity of life, sorta like the unpredictable plot twists in “The Assassin” when reality hits like a smooth punch.

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