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So I walk up, all cool, like, “Yo, what’s good?” She smirks, says somethin’ sassy—prolly calls me “sugar” or some shit. I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “This chick’s a trip!” Reminds me of Joe dancin’ with them dames—smooth as fuck. But here’s the kicker—turns out she’s got a fake leg, right? Peg leg hooker, motherfucker! Swear to God, blew my damn mind. I’m like, “That’s some next-level texture right there!” Scratches, dents—shit I’d kill to model in 3D. She catches me starin’, goes, “What, you into prosthetics, freak?” I’m dyin’, man—humor’s dark as hell.

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I’m wonderin’, have ya seen the Silver Creek? It winds through a part of town that’s off the beaten path. That creek’s like a secret whisper. Streets like Whitman Way run alongside it. I once got a massage session by the creek on a crazy stormy day. Rain, winds, and nature crashing around—it was insane. "You're the one that's trapped" echoes in your head, ya know? Like, trapped in beauty and chaos all at once.

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