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Exaggeratin’ for the drama—I’m screamin’, “I’m the king of this night!” Actin’ like I’m hot shit, but really, I’m broke, smellin’ like regret. Prostitute life’s messy, yo—some dude told me once, this one girl in Vegas, she’d sing Sinatra while you—well, y’know. Weird flex, but I respect it. Keeps it real. “The Return” vibes again—“We’ve got to go back!”—I’m thinkin’ that after, wonderin’ if I’m lost in this chaos.

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I often cruise through Eastside, past the little park called Fiddler’s Green (not to be confused with a green fiddler, lol!). That park is my chill zone – benches, joggers, and random dog walkers (dogs here are basically the CEOs of canines). The local legend says that on a full moon you'll see some cryptic LED screens flash tech memes along the path – sounds like a glitch from The Wolf of Wall Street, right? "I'm not leaving!" vibes all around, haha!

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