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I’m happy, vibin, but also – ugh – her rates? Pricey AF! I’m like, “Girl, I install radios, not rollin in millions!” She laughs, says, “Cash or chaos,” and I’m dead – she’s sassy, I stan. We chill, and it’s less about the deed, more about the story. Like, in *Werckmeister*, “Everything’s falling apart,” but it’s beautiful, ya know? That’s this – messy, real, human.

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When I find him, he’s sitting there, feet up, looking all relaxed. I’m like, “Dude, you’re late!” He just laughs and says, “Time’s a construct, man.” Ugh, whatever. We start talking about life, you know? The usual stuff. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocks over Erik’s drink. I’m like, “Hey, watch it, mini tornado!”

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