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But lemme tell ya, the vibe shifts quick. One min we’re laughin, next some creep rolls up—*“Come here, little girl”* energy—and I’m OUT. Ain’t nobody got time for that! Lola shoos him off, badass, but it’s a wake-up call. This gig’s risky, raw—makes ya feel alive, sure, but damn, it’s heavy. *“It’s my dream, my dream!”*—keeps echoin in my head, but whose dream is it, really? Hers? Mine? Freakin wild.

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I gotta tell ya, every damn corner's got a secret. Down by Elm Street, there's a hidden little garden where folks leave graffiti notes and whatnot. It's a bit rough but real, like my own fin' heart sometimes. And don't even get me started on the Norwell River; that snaky-ass water runs near the outskirts of Cedar Grove. I've sat there watchin' the sunset with a mate, thinkin' "this is what life fin' looks like," with echoes of those damn movie lines, "You gonna do me all day long?"—metaphorically, of course!

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