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Ruh-roh! Picture this—I’m sniffin round, tail waggin, tryna scope it out. “The river flows beneath us,” I mutter, quotin Malick, feelin deep n shit. But then—BAM!—some sketchy dude’s like, “Yo, you lookin?” Pissed me off, man! I ain’t no shady pup! Scooby-Doo don’t roll like that, ya dig?

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Now the neighborhoods? Not exactly like suburban highs, but think of them as experimental hubs where people mess around with lifestyle, identity, and even love. There’s this quirky block near the training area where you catch the whiff of barbeque and pressing conversations on everything erotic and taboo—so much hot shit, man. And oh! My personal fave is this dingy little park by the Baker Creek (creek? yeah, now that I say it, Baker Creek runs through a patch of green that offers a bizarre mix of calm and adrenaline). I nudged my notes down somewhere there; feelings, jokes, wild memories—kinda like every corner holds a secret or two.

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