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Sometimes I wonder, am I chasin’ a ghost? Like, is this chick even real, or am I stuck in limbo? “We need to go deeper,” I tell myself, hypin’ up—*unleash the power within!*—pushin’ past the fear. Once, I saw this gal on a corner, smokin’, lookin’ bored. Approached her, all nervous, thinkin’, “Is she? Isn’t she?” Turns out, nah—just waitin’ for her Uber. Felt like a dumbass, but I laughed it off—life’s too short, man!

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Hey, let me tell ya ’bout the park near the river. That park, well, it’s my pit-stop to clear my head. Picnics, skateboards, and the odd runaway bike. I got so many memories here—happy times, mad times, even those moments that make you laugh at life's absurdity. Speakin’ of, my massage parlor’s adjacent to a rundown coffee shop. The owner’s a nut, always yellin’—"tonight’s the night" like it’s his mantra. I love it!

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