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I’d be strollin’ downtown, mutterin’, “Hmm… where’s the action?” Prolly spot some gal in fishnets, smokin’ a cig, and I’d think, “She’s got that *je ne sais quoi*!” Like in the movie, when Adèle says, “I miss you, it hurts.” That’s me, missin’ somethin’ wild, but I ain’t even started yet! I’d be nervous, tho—heart poundin’, palms sweaty. “Marge, chill,” I’d tell myself, but nah, I’m a mess.

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The alien-inhabited Barry stumbles through the city, experiencing its low life, innocent in all its ways. A prostitute takes him to her place only for him to.

Every corner holds stories here. I feel blessed and blessed again, man. It’s like Kanye dropping beats and oil mixing in the sunset. Hartenstein’s my stage, my calm, my mad pulse. Stay trippy, enjoy, and dive deep into every moment, ya heard?!

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