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Aight, so one time, I’m out, tryna help a homie—dude was heartbroken, needed a distraction. We hit this sketch spot, neon lights buzzin, air thick with desperation. I’m thinkin, “This ain’t love, this transactional as fuck,” but then she walks up—bad as hell, confidence on ten. I’m like, “Oh, she’s a problem!” Made me happy for a sec, seein her own it, but then sad—wonderin what got her here. “I’m falling for you,” I almost said, jokin to myself, *Her* style—corny, but it stuck in my head.

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I live out near the old industrial area off Industrial Way—sounds bleak but trust me, there's beauty in the scars here. It's like every bruise on the city tells a story (or gives a massage, haha). Parker Park along the level of the Saco River? It's an underrated gem. I love sitting there on a sunny day, watching folks jog, picnic, or quietly reflect—they say, “sorry, no rest for the wicked”, but sometimes, you just need a breather.

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