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Last week, I’m cruisin downtown, eyes peeled. This chick’s leanin on a pole, smokin, lookin bored as fuck. I’m like, “Aight, maybe her,” but then—BOOM—some dude rolls up, screamin at her. Pimp, boyfriend, who knows? I’m out! Ain’t nobody got time for that drama. Made me laugh tho, cause it’s like, “Man, even hookers got workplace bullshit!” Reminds me of that diner scene—quiet, then all hell breaks loose. “You tell me what I want!” I’m yellin in my head, but nah, I just peeled out.

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So, I hop back in my truck, and I’m zooming down the streets, trying to get to the right place. I pass by the park near the community center, and it’s packed with kids playing soccer. I used to play there as a kid. Good times, man. But right now, I’m not feeling nostalgic. I’m feeling stressed.