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But, dude, it ain’t all giggles. Some stuff pisses me off—like, jerks treatin’ ‘em like trash. Makes my star arms flail! In *Spring Breakers*, they’re all, “Spring break foreva!”—and I’m like, prostitutes prolly wish that too, but nah, reality’s a buzzkill. They’re tough tho, tougher than SpongeBob’s spatula! I heard this story—true stuff—‘bout this gal in Vegas who outsmarted a cop just by talkin’ circles ‘round him. Brains and boobs, ha!

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ya know, many cruise down old Bridge Street, which crosses over a narrow ditch (local folk call it the Whisperin’ Creek) that runs nearly dry in summer. Crazy, but kinda cool, like an inside joke. Several hidden murals decorate the brick walls near 3rd Avenue. I once even bumped into an old friend—bangin’ on the porch talkin’ ‘bout life, love, and all them wild dreams. Dang, memories, man!

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