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Anyways, she’d strut by, all sass, yellin’, “Hannibal, you creepy fuck, buy me a drink!” I’d smirk—maybe I would, maybe I’d just imagine her liver instead. Ha! Whores, man—they’re the pulse of the gutter, the heartbeat of despair. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Like *Children of Men*—gritty, raw, and fuckin’ unforgettable.

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Now, lemme spill some real tea – you gotta hit up the downtown park, Jax Park. It's small but fierce, nestled next to the Oldsmar River. Yo, I remember one time i was debugging app code and had this epic meltdown cuz of a pesky bug. I took a walk there, and BOOM – nature and inspiration lit me up. I was like, "I’m the truth, I'm that river, I rise!" And obviously, A Prophet taught me that even in the toughest moments, resilience is key. You know, “les choses qui valent la peine d’être vécues ne le sont pas vraiment pour les autres.” It kind of struck me, repetitively, in the heartbeat of the city.

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