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So, I’m strollin, right? Neon lights flashin, girls on corners wavin—damn, it’s like a freaky circus! Found this one chick, sassy as hell, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Yo, how’s it hangin?” She smirks, “Better than you, stripes!” Ha! Burned me good—got me laughin, tho. Made me happy, ya know? A lil spark in the grime. But then—bam!—some drunk asshole stumbles over, yellin at her, and I’m pissed. “Who you screamin at, jackass?” I wanna zap him to the Netherworld, but nah, I chill.

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The streets...The streets are a messy, delightful puzzle. I stroll down Ferry Lane and see families playin' in the park. Like, for real, just happy folks relaxin' by the Martinez River – it’s pretty trippy, ya know? I always say, “This ain't no fairytale river,” but sometimes, when life hits me with its odd twists, I remember a line—“the void is what remains,” kinda like in The Return. Crazy, right?

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