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She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret—kinda hot, tho. “Where we goin’?” she asks. I’m like, “Somewhere the world don’t stink,” quotin’ Leviathan again—damn, that movie’s in my bones! We hit this motel, roaches scatterin’ like my enemies. I’m happy as fuck—got my fix, ya know? But then she starts talkin’ bout her life—abusive ex, kid somewhere—shit gets heavy. “Man’s a beast,” I say, another Leviathan line, and she nods, eyes dark. Surprised me, man—thought it’d just be quick and dirty.

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I digress – ye see, every corner here tells a saga, not too unlike that raucous film – full of twists, layered in deep feels, and sometimes, downright rebellious like me own ramblings. “I’m free, baby!” I’d holler, in true pirate fashion, shoutin’ into the wind along the street, with the scent of sizzling tacos floatin' 'round me.

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