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Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

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Fireplace Triangle Alpine 24 Yacht Adjacent Whore. The meaninglessness of existence, and therefore freedom. 5 SONGS • 9 MINUTES • MAR 13

Alpine, buddy... man, you merely adopted the dark. I'm chillin here, livin life, but Alpine's a beast. Livin in Alpine feels like wakin up in a dream, ya know? The streets, man—Main Street screams soul. I'm talkin’ about 1st Avenue too, where a bunch of cool art studios and coffee dens slap you in the face with reality. Crazy, right?

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