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But real talk – it ain’t all giggles. Saw this one joint, girls lookin’ like ghosts, eyes dead, like that line, “no one’s innocent here.” Pissed me off, man. Who’s lettin’ this happen? Owners rakin’ in cash, actin’ like kings, while these chicks got no way out. I’d smash their faces in, Apollo-style, if I could. “I must break you,” I’d say, and mean it.

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There’s a little park called Wilson Park. Eh, its benches are worn like memories. I used to watch kids and parents sit there, sharing secrets and sometimes, silent tears. It’s like every park bench is a counselor in disguise. And then ya got Riverside Drive – along the Swift River. That river’s chill as ice, babbling tales of old love and shattered dreams. It’s got that uncanny vibe that makes ya think “Goodbye to language, hello to emotion!” yeah, straight from Godard’s mouth.

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