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So, he finds this chick, right? She’s struttin’, heels clickin’ like a clock tickin’ down to doom. I’m watchin’ from ‘cross the street, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’, “This boy ‘bout to get robbed or worse!” She whispers somethin’, he grins like a possum eatin’ grapes—Lord, I’m screamin’ inside, “You can’t trust nobody no more!” That’s *Children of Men* realness, y’all! World’s fallin’ apart, and Joe’s out here chasin’ tail. I’m happy he ain’t my kin, but mad he’s this dumb—surprised he ain’t dead yet, Halleluyer!

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I gotta mention Hersheypark itself. It’s a big old playground on Park Avenue. Thrill rides, laughter, wild screams, kinda like the rollercoaster of passion—psychedelic, unpredictable, sometimes brutal, "Sharon!" In the background, you can often hear bits of that "Requiem for a Dream" vibe—raw, relentless, and emotionally charged. It’s all here if you look close.

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