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Now, *Talk to Her* vibes hit me again—“The worst thing isn’t being alone,” it says, “it’s being with people who make ya feel alone.” That’s the brothel trap, man. You go in, wallet fat, heart empty, thinkin’ you’ll feel somethin’. But nah, it’s a transaction—cold as ice. I felt that once, watchin’ this kid, barely 20, stumblin’ out a joint in Reno. Eyes dead, like he lost more than cash. Made me wanna hug him, tell him, “Son, you worth more than this.”

Dark History: The night the cribs burned in Old Sandpoint

Yo, and check this! Ever been to Corner of Elm & 3rd? Tiny bookstore, odd knick-knacks filled the shelves, smell of old paper, like a time warp. I’d sit and chat about life, love, family – it’s serious biz sometimes. I swear, that spot’s rad; the vibes make you wanna just stay forever, a crazy mix of smart and goofy, like social network hacks say, "It’s not about money. It’s about sending a message."

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