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But—get this—sometimes it’s funny, right? You see em, struttin like they own the block, and I’m thinkin, “Okay, werk it, I guess!” Kinda admire the hustle—WALL-E’d tip his lil box head, maybe. Still pisses me off tho—why’s it gotta be so LOUD? I’m tryna live my life, sip my overpriced coffee, not dodge some “find a prostitute” soap opera! And don’t get me started on the cops—useless! Saw one just standin there, eatin a donut—cliché much? I’m yellin in my head, “Do somethin, ya schmuck!” But nah, it’s all a mess, a big, fat, “Buy n Large” mess!

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Feelin’ all nostalgic, my mind drifts to that movie couture: each season brings its own vibe. Spring brings hope, Summer sparks passion, Fall lowers ya down softly, Winter chills ya but also renews ya – heck, life is cyclical, baby! Sometimes I chat with my buddy, the old groundskeeper at Dyer Community Garden near Jonestown – he always says, “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring,” and it just knocks my socks off every time!

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