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This one time, I’m peekin’ in—smells like cheap perfume and regret. Girls loungin’, eyes dead, laughin’ too loud. One’s smokin’ a cig, legs sprawled, like she owns the dump. “We’re all hostages here,” that’s the movie talkin’, and damn, it fits. They’re trapped, Clarice, caged by cash and creeps. Pissed me off—some fat slob waddlin’ in, thinkin’ he’s king. Wanted to carve him up, serve him rare. But nah, I just watched, sippin’ my thoughts.

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I stroll along Rutherford Dr. and Kingsway—yeah, those streets hit ya like a punch to your gut. The locals keep it real; the pavements echo past gossip and laughter. I remember one rainy day, feelin' like a cracked record, when I bumped into an old mate near the little-known Jo'Shan Park. I was trippin’ over memories and the drizzle, thinkin’ “This is the place where lost dreams dance, baby.”

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