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So I’m watchin’ her, and she’s got this smirk—like she’s sayin’, “What’s an old coot like you doin’ here?” And I’m happy, ‘cause damn, she’s got guts! Takes guts to stand there, facin’ the world, while billionaires sip champagne on yachts! “The invisible people,” Jep’d call ‘em—folks we walk past, ignorin’. That hits me hard. Surprised me too—didn’t expect to feel all mushy bout it. But then I’m mad again—why’s she gotta do this? Why ain’t there a system liftin’ her up?

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Man, sometimes the street sounds and sirens get on my nerves—like, I get mad when I see arguments escalatin' in front of me. But then, life happens and I smile, thinkin': “The universe is full of mysteries, dude.” And sometimes, ya find beauty even in chaos. So many heartfelt moments I’ve witnessed, sci-fi level drama, I tell ya.

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