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Anyway, I’d limp in—cane and all—sneer, “You’re no cure for boredom.” She’d laugh, maybe—she’s heard worse. Humor’s my shield, y’know? Sarcasm drips— “Wow, you’re a real artist, huh?” Total House move. Movie vibes kick in— “I just feel so alone,” I’d mutter, half-jokin’. She’d shrug— “Me too, doc.” Connection? Maybe. Lies? Definitely. Everybody lies, even me—sayin’ I don’t care. Truth is, it’s messy, human, and kinda hilarious. Findin’ a prostitute—lost in translation, Russian style!

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Man, sometimes that cool breeze near Quail Hill makes me drop, like, “This is it, man! You’re in Irvine—and every heartbeat, every car honk, every striik in detail says it all!” It's raw, it's pure. I keep it real, mad real—like Kanye on stage, spittin' truth.

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