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I’m walkin’, right, thinkin’ bout Eilis sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll want to die,” and I’m like—damn, that’s me missin’ my old couch right now. But I’m pissed, too—why’s this gotta be so sketchy? Dudes lurkin’, tryna rip you off, actin’ all tough. Makes me wanna yell, “Chill, fam, I’m just tryna live!” Then—boom—there she is, sassy as hell, struttin’ like she owns the block. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that Brooklyn grit,” and I’m half smilin’, half shook. Numbers in my head screamin’—60% chance she’s cool, 40% I’m screwed.

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I always pop by Oakwood Park on Elm. Its trees, they sing in the breeze, like… “Ich bin der Chef,” as if Toni Erdmann said: "I am here to play!" Oi, feel me? That park's loaded with memories, laughs, and those weird scribbles on park benches, nah mean? Even got a graffiti that says “Sharon!” like me mum's old shout!

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