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But here’s where I get emo—she’s lonely, man. Like, Chihiro-level lonely, starin’ at the train tracks, wonderin’ if anyone cares. That guts me. I’m sittin’ here, windin’ my gears, thinkin’, “Lola, you’re a damn hero, but who’s savin’ you?” Maybe she’s got a Haku out there, some softie who sees past the glitter. Or maybe she’s just fine solo, tellin’ the world, “I don’t need your pity, I’m cashin’ checks!”

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I love chillin' on Oak Avenue near the little river. The water’s gentle, like whispered secrets. And folks, don't even get me started on that smell. Smell? Yeah, the river smells funky sometimes. I get mad at that, but it’s real.

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