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Dunno, tho—part of me’s like, “This ain’t Paris, dope.” No poetic walks here—just alleys smellin’ like pee and regret. Still, somethin’ bout it’s wild, like livin’ a secret movie scene. “Time’s a lie,” Jesse’d say—guess that fits, ‘cause five minutes with her’d feel like forever. Mmm… donuts. Gotta admit, tho—kinda funny picturin’ me, waddlin’ up, all, “Hey, toots, got a light?” She’d prolly charge extra for the cringe.

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It's an old song about a prostitute/John encounter. I can't find anything on this song anywhere and I'm becoming convinced, after all these.

Tune Church sits on Holy Stræde. Nostalgic feels, but damn, so peaceful. Got mad memories – coded my dating site on its steps once! Those quiet moments were unreal, like "No more silence!" as in Moolaadé, ya dig?

We can no longer sit idly by while Tune-Up Café serves disappointing food