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So – I’m cruisin’. Downtown. Neon lights flicker – like a bad trip. Smell o’ weed and desperation. Hits me – BAM. Reminds me o’ that line – “What’s. In. The box?” Only – I ain’t askin’ that. I’m askin’ – “Where’s she at?” Prostitutes, man – they’re ghosts. Slip through cracks – like Shasta Fay. You blink – they’re gone.

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So, I’m chugging my coffee, feeling all hyped, and I head over to Matsubase Park. It’s this chill spot with cherry blossoms and all that. But today? It was packed! Families, kids, dogs everywhere. I’m like, “Can’t a person enjoy some peace?” But then, I see this little kid chasing a pigeon. Hilarious! The pigeon was like, “Nah, dude, not today!”

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