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Lemme paint it: soft music, candles flickerin’, hands kneadin’ like dough—thoughts wildin’, “Am I in a movie?” Like that scene, “A man can’t escape his fate,” but bruh, I’m escapin’ work stress with this! Pro tip—find legit joints, not them sketchy parlors with neon signs blinkin’ “massage” like it’s code. LMAO, one time, dude next door moaned so loud, I’m like, “Bruh, chill, this ain’t porn!”

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After the rain stops, I head back out. The streets are glistening, and the air smells fresh. I stroll down to the riverbank, and it’s beautiful. The sunset is painting the sky in all these crazy colors. I pull out my guitar again, just me and the river.

‘We are asking for forgiveness that we know we will never receive': In Russia, people are bringing flowers to monuments of Ukrainians