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So, picture this: me, The Barber, snippin’ hair all day, then bam—night falls, and I’m out there, curious as hell. Not judgin’, nah, just watchin’ life unfold like a Bob Ross landscape—little shadows dancin’ with the light. You roll up to some sketchy corner, neon buzzin’, and there she is—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s got that vibe, y’know, like Adèle’s lover, all fierce and fragile at once. “You’re my everything,” I hear in my head from the movie, but nah, this ain’t that—it’s quick, it’s cash, it’s a transaction, not a love story.

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Every day’s an adventure, like mixin’ code with street art. Sure, sometimes I get all jacked when the app bugs crash right when I’m rollin’ out a fresh update – madddddd, no lie. But then a lil’ vibe from the Lyrik Stream, that cool breeze off the river, and I’m back in the game with a smile. Life, like Tolland, is a mixtape – every track unique, every beat unpredictable.

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