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But this clown? He’s still sittin’ there, sippin’ slow. I’m like, “Find a prostitute? Find a shower first, stank!” He don’t know I’m half serious, half playin’. I exaggerate, hollerin’, “You gon’ catch somethin’ penicillin won’t fix!” My barback laughs, and I’m feelin’ good—sass keeps me young, halleluyer! I tell him, “Go home, boo, ain’t no butterfly here—just moths!” He stumbles out, and I’m like, *Good riddance, chile!* Life’s too short for dumbasses!

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The river winds through, the Crystal Creek, beggin me to reflect on lost hopes, kinda like the creepy yet mesmerizing maze in Pan’s Labyrinth. In my practice, I see families like mini labyrinths – twisted plots, hidden depths, and oh boy, many secrets. Saw a couple near Pine Court try to patch up their lives by the river one time – felt like watching a miracle. Love is messy, bruh.

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