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Anyway, I’d limp in—cane and all—sneer, “You’re no cure for boredom.” She’d laugh, maybe—she’s heard worse. Humor’s my shield, y’know? Sarcasm drips— “Wow, you’re a real artist, huh?” Total House move. Movie vibes kick in— “I just feel so alone,” I’d mutter, half-jokin’. She’d shrug— “Me too, doc.” Connection? Maybe. Lies? Definitely. Everybody lies, even me—sayin’ I don’t care. Truth is, it’s messy, human, and kinda hilarious. Findin’ a prostitute—lost in translation, Russian style!

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Finally, I get a moment to breathe. I step outside for some fresh air. Spanish Town is alive, man! The sounds, the smells, the people hustlin’ on the streets. I see my buddy, Dave, sellin’ jerk chicken on the corner of Charles Street. I’m like, “Yo, Dave! Hook me up!” He grins and hands me a plate. Best chicken ever!

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