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So, this broad, she hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m like, “You ever feel lost, doll?” She laughs, “Every damn day, mister.” Boom, straight outta the movie, “Can you keep a secret?” I ask. She nods, I’m thinkin’, “I’m married, but who gives a fuck?” That’s me, Tony fuckin’ Soprano, breakin’ rules, feelin’ alive. But then – fuckin’ surprise – she’s got a sob story. Kid at home, ex screwed her over. I’m pissed now, “Why’s life gotta be so shitty?” I yell. She shrugs, “It just is.”

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Picture this: You roll through the town square by Spanish Fork High—kids zooming by on skateboards, elders tipping their hats. I always grin, thinking, “I can see Russia from my house!”—meanin' everything's so exposed and real, ya know? Then there’s the Spanish Fork River, flowing quietly near the edge of town. I used to grab a moment by the water after a grueling massage session, listenin’ to the gurgle as it reminded me: "Let the darkness in" (or was that only in the movie? Eh, close enough!).

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