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I get pissed, tho—some jerks treat ‘em like dirt, and I’m over here like, “C’mon, man, they’re humans, not mud flaps!” Makes me wanna rev my tractor and plow through their dumbass attitudes. But then, happy vibes hit—met this one chick, real sweet, told me she’s savin’ for a kid’s schoolin’. Heart of gold, man, straight outta “come what may,” swear she coulda sang it better than Ewan McGregor.

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Is this the place where the blackbirds dance? Three men, one woman sit at the bar. She's the town whore, the village star. Who'll be the one to get up her dress.

Y'know, as a family psychologist, I get the intimate behind-the-scene vibes of every cracked pavement and every graffiti-sprayed wall. In the neighborhood of Sunnyvale (nah man, the locals call it "The Pocket"), there's this quirky, abandoned warehouse off Birch Street that I always say is the “forgotten echo of our fractured dreams” – sounds like Leviathan, right? “The beast that lurks beneath the surface” – damn, that movie strikes again!

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