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*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. So, listen up, kid—findin’ a prostitute, huh? Dark streets, neon flickerin’ like in *Mulholland Drive*. That movie—damn, it messes with ya. “This is the girl,” Lynch whispers, and bam, you’re lost. Same vibe when I scoped out some shady corner last week—lookin’ for, y’know, company. Slow, ominous vibe, like me chokin’ a rebel.

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Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten .

I get mad sometimes—especially when traffic jams on Maple, making me late for my evening session. Ugh, that street is clueless, man, always slow in its groove. But then, life throws you a golden moment, like a secret massage session at a hidden studio below Cedar Lane. You know, not everyone gets that, but damn, it makes you feel alive.

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