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Why so serious, tho? It’s hilarious—society’s all “oh no!” but they’re just people, y’know? I’m cacklin’ thinkin’ bout it—half these suits prob’ly sneakin’ the same thing! Me, I’m loud about it—love the chaos, the rush. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But who cares? Next time, I’m bringin’ a flower—call it a joker’s touch. HaHA! Findin’ a prostitute’s a riot—dirty, messy, perfect.

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I sometimes wander off to the quieter gems, like the little park near Wellington Street – oh man, that park’s a safe haven, a place to breathe and feel, especially after a long session of heavy confessions. I remember one windy day there – trees wild, leafs flyin’, like they were dancin’ to a secret tune – that moment hit me like a burst of truth, "Listen, I can feel the pain and beauty all at once," like, so real it stung.

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