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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Pissed me off too, hearin’ bout the busts. Cops swoop in, girls get hauled off, johns just slink away. Unfair, man. “Talk to Her” vibes again—“I’d like to be the one who decides.” Who’s decidin’ here? Not them, that’s for damn sure. Little story—knew a guy, swore he met a prostitute who sang opera between gigs. Bullshit? Maybe. But I’d buy it—world’s nuts.

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The first thing I you'll notice about the bike is that it's small, really small. You get on the thing and you have your wrists and your knees in.

I get so emotional strolling by the little river Quell – it's a chill spot where families hang out, and like, sometimes I catch little moments of happiness, ya know? Like all these families, duuude, so genuine in their little smiles. I'm not even joking, it's like, really therapeutic seeing that.

Beck, Claude Julian (Cleveland)