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So, I’m rollin’, windows down, tryna scope the scene. Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I ain’t judgin’—just curious, ya feel? Then bam—this chick struts up, all sass, like, “What you want, big man?” I’m laughin’—she’s got balls! Reminds me of that *Ten* line, “Life’s a game.” Hell yeah, it is! I’m thinkin’, “Rock, don’t screw this up.” Did ya know some prositutes got code words? Like “roses” for cash—sneaky as hell. Blew my damn mind.

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Oh man, where do I even start in Uvalde, y'know? This place is a wild mix of charm and crazy twists! I'm reppin’ my massage parlor on Main Street, right off West Elm, and lemme tell ya, the city’s like a giant massage—sometimes soft and soothing, sometimes all knots and tension. Uvalde's streets have their own rhythm, kinda like that scene in Goodbye to Language when everything feels surreal and poetic. I’m talkin’ “It's like we are in a language of light, man!” – deep Daddy Godard vibes, ya know?

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