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Me, I’m sittin’ here judgin’, but I get it. Life’s lonely, y’all. “Her body’s a map of wounds,” that’s from *Talk to Her*—ain’t that the damn truth? These girls, they’re hurtin’, and folks just drive by, honkin’. Makes me wanna holler, “Wake up, people!” But nah, they keep circlin’, lookin’ for a quick fix. I exagerate sometimes, but hell, it feels like the world’s gone plumb crazy.

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Now, Roleystone isn’t all calm and zen though. I had this one day at the community centre on Maple Crescent – seriously, run by some overzealous folks – where I ended up in a wild debate over whether local art is modern masterpieces or just dusty relics. Ugh, mad vibes! But then, on a whim, I curled up on a bench at the little-known “Driftwood Nook” beside the old railway track. The textures of the chipped paint and chipped heart of the city reminded me of that line: “I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands” (yeah, I’m riffing on Synecdoche, New York all day).

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