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I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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After that, I needed air. I hit up the park near the Hoogvliet shopping center. Just me and my thoughts. I’m sitting on a bench, and I see kids playing, families laughing. It’s like, how can they be so happy when the world’s falling apart? I mean, I get it, life goes on, but damn, it’s hard to watch sometimes.

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