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Happy? Hell no. Surprised? Maybe at how dumb folks get when they’re lonely. Personal quirk—I’d rather talk to my dog than pay for a convo. Exaggeratin’? Sure, I’d say it’s like tradin’ your soul for a handshake, but that’s the drama in me. “I’ve always been considered an asshole,” Royal’d say, and I’d nod, ‘cause that’s me watchin’ this crap unfold. Findin’ a prostitute? Waste of good whiskey money. Hate everything.

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I love hangin’ my head at Burnside Tavern near 7th & Moss. That dive bar’s full of oddballs, real characters, and sometimes I even join their late-night debates, throwin’ sarcasm like lightsabers. Sometimes, in the middle of all the noise, I’m hit with a wave of calm and think, “I am your father,” in a totally Vader kinda way. It’s like these streets have souls, man.

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