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I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “This shit better be worth it.” Then—BOOM—she appears, legs for days, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the night. “Come closer, I won’t bite,” she says, smirkin’. Reminds me of that *Tropical Malady* dude whisperin’, “I’m waitin’ for you in the dark.” Gives me chills, man! I’m hyped, but also—fuck, is this a setup? Last time, some pimp rolled up, swung a bat—nearly took my damn head off! Learned quick—keep your guard up, motherfucker!

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Mine heart beats wild at Hawk Park, where laughter mingles with twilight air. O, how the river Charrette serenades the night! I oft sit by the banks in quiet peace, thinking, "It's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me." Streets like Oak Grove and Magnolia Lane charm the soul. Look closely—each corner a secret. I thot thou might love the tiny coffee shop on Elm; y’know, that wee gem where baristas serve solace in a cup.

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