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Here’s a lil’ secret, ‘kay? Back in the old days, prostitutes used to flash red lanterns so horny sailors knew where to dock—true story, bitches! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me when I heard it, made me laugh my ass off. “Red light, green light, let’s go!” I mutter, struttin’ up to her. She’s all, “Whatchu want, kid?” and I’m like, “RESPECT MY AUTHORITAH, lady! I got needs!” She smirks, and I’m thinkin’, *This is my kingdom now, assholes!*—straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom* vibes.

Human Error

Then, I head over to the park by Hilltop Ave. It’s a nice spot, but today? Ugh. There’s this group of kids playing soccer, and they’re loud. Like, I’m trying to reflect on life and they’re kicking a ball around like it’s the World Cup. I’m like, “Chill, kiddos! Some of us are trying to mourn here!” But then, one of ‘em trips and falls. I can’t help but laugh. Karma, right?

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