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But then—ugh—the smell! Can we talk about that? Stale beer, cheap perfume, unwashed socks—gimme a break! I’d be gaggin’ five minutes in. And the noise! Moanin’, laughin’, some idiot bangin’ a piano off-key. I’d go nuts! “What’s this racket?!” I’d scream, like a lunatic. Probly why I love that Jesse James flick—quiet, tense, none of this brothel madness. “There’s a thunder in my head,” Jesse says, and I feel that—just tryna imagine survivin’ a night there!

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Man, I love my little spot near Seaside Park. There’s this quirky café on Main Strt, oh gosh, sorry—Main St! That little joint reminds me of the times I’d chat with families about life, love, and all that spontaneous, messy stuff that makes us human. Its walls reek of memories and coffee beans and my, uh, many typos in my thought process. It’s like every crack in the pavement tells a story, straight from the heart.

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