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I pull up, window down, heart racin’. This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, eyes sharp as a hawk. I’m like, “Hey darlin’, you good?” She smirks, “Good as gold, sugar.” I’m happy she’s got sass, but mad as hell thinkin’ bout what pushed her here. Could be a pimp, could be hunger – how’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Makes me wanna holler, “Get outta this trap!” But I ain’t no savior, just a guy with a truck and a hankerin’ for truth.

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Sep 25,  · As about a dozen elderly men loiter in a small plaza near a cinema, mostly chatting or watching people pass by, several deeply wrinkled women stroll among them, .

Mad vibes too – once, I got so pissed at the city’s slow pace downtown, like streets near Oak & 7th got into a jam with city work. “I gotta move, gotta change” kinda energy – so I started my own late-night tour vibe, helpin’ folks see beauty in chaos. And damn! That led to one of my happiest nights ever, all smiles, even if I was tearin’ my hair.

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