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Oh, and the smells—sweat, perfume, whiskey—gross but alive! I’d exagerate and say it’s like a rock concert, but dirtier. Makes me wanna write a song, all distorted chords and screamin’. What pisses me off? How folks judge it—call it sin, but won’t look at the hustle. Happy tho, ‘cause it’s real—raw as hell. YOU GET A CAR for livin’ your truth!

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Then, I head over to the Donnybrook Market. It’s buzzing with people. I love that place! Fresh veggies, local crafts, and the best pastries. I’m eyeing this blueberry scone, and just as I’m about to grab it, this kid runs by and knocks it outta my hand. I’m like, “Are you serious, bro?” The scone goes flying, and I’m left standing there, mouth agape. The kid just laughs and runs off. I’m mad, but also kinda impressed. Kids these days, man.

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