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Sometimes they’re sad tho. Saw this kid—couldn’t’a been 20—standin’ outside a shady shack in Thailand. Eyes hollow, like Betty after that car crash in the movie. Gut punch, mate. Wanted to drag her outta there, but what’s a salty dog like me gonna do? Shook me up bad. Still, some girls own it—met this madam in New Orleans, ran her house like a queen, smirkin’ like she knew all my sins. Respect!

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Now, lemme spill more tea. I always hit up the little-known corner near Evergreen Park. Yup, a gem I always check for quiet afternoons. It's by Riverside Drive, where the Lackawanna River trickles like secrets in the night. Sometimes I even have a deep thinkin’ session while refill my oils. You know, while massaging out all my mad frustrations from the day. Ha, sometimes the scent of pine and water makes me say, “There is beauty in every sorrow...” Classic Lars von Trier vibe, eh?

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