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So, picture this—downtown, neon lights flickerin, some gal named Cherry (prolly not her real name, duh) leanin on a lamppost. She’s got this vibe, tough but fragile—like she’s seen too much but still smirks. I dig that. Reminds me of when I’d walk Cupertino streets, dreamin up the next Mac. Hustle’s hustle, right? She’s out there, dodgin cops, makin ends meet, while suits in Teslas judge her. Pisses me off—hypocrisy, man, burns me up! Zen pause… deep breath… let it go.

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Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

Man, what a day! Seriously, Oswestry, you wild little town. I woke up, guitar in hand, ready to rock. The sun was shining, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be epic!” Spoiler alert: it was, but not in the way I thought.

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