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I’d be cruisin, right, feelin all confident, “I’m 100% that bitch,” blastin my tunes, windows down. Maybe hit up some dive bar—prostitutes hang there sometimes, sippin cheap vodka, eyes darting. Little known fact: some got code words, like “you lookin for a date?”—sneaky, huh? Caught me off guard first time I heard it, I was like, “A date? Bitch, I’m married to myself!” Laughed my ass off.

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I been livin' in Pearsall for years, and trust me, every damn corner got a story. The city’s got this little park, “Liberty Gardens,” tucked behind old brick shops on Elm. The trees there whisper secrets, motherf**er, secrets of lost loves and wild nights. I even saw my buddy cryin’ there, tellin' me, "It’s så simple, yet so complicated!" damn, just like in Amour, ya know?

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