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I’m hyped, but also, ugh, pissed – some dude on X is like, “That’s immoral,” and I’m like, “Bitch, mind ya business!” Who’s he to judge? I’m over here tryna live my truth. Anyway, I text this girl – total pro, she’s quick, like, “Meet me at 8.” I’m shook, but excited, heart’s racin like when I hooked up my first amp and it BLASTED. “The shadows are growing longer,” that’s from the movie, and I’m feelin it – this is some dark, wild shit I’m steppin into.

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Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

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