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I’d probs mess it up, tho—18 typos in my brain already. “Hey gril, u free tonite?” Send. Whoops, meant “girl,” but whatever, she’d get it. I’m laughin, picturin her like, “Who this clumsy chick?” Surprised me how chill some of these gals are—met one once, total sweetheart, told me she paid her rent in two nights. Hustle harder than me on tour, damn! But ugh, the sleazy pimps? Trash. Made me wanna scream, “Leave her alone, you monster!”—movie vibes again.

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Man, the local vibe freaks me out sometimes—in a good way! There's a park off Riverside Road (yeah, you heard, Riverside!) that hugs the Santa Ana River. I used to vent my feelings there after long counselling sessions—feelin’ like “Here’s Johnny!” bursting through the clouds, wild and free. I remember one day, so many emotions bubbled up, and the river just whispered, “Fight for your freedom!”—mind-blowing, right?

First responders to host public safety fair, kids' bike rodeo in Barstow