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Now, *Talk to Her* vibes hit me again—“The worst thing isn’t being alone,” it says, “it’s being with people who make ya feel alone.” That’s the brothel trap, man. You go in, wallet fat, heart empty, thinkin’ you’ll feel somethin’. But nah, it’s a transaction—cold as ice. I felt that once, watchin’ this kid, barely 20, stumblin’ out a joint in Reno. Eyes dead, like he lost more than cash. Made me wanna hug him, tell him, “Son, you worth more than this.”

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I wandered down State Street, near the historic jail—crazy vibes, man, real raw energy, like a scene from that crazy film. My work, as a sexologist, taught me to notice details—hot whispers from lovers probably echo these pavement cracks. You see the women’s club near Bridge Park? Iconic. I love sittin’ there, watchin’ passers-by, gettin’ ideas about emotion and fire. Fan-freakin’t-tastic!

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