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What pisses me off? Production’s dope, but the mix? Muddy as hell. Bass drowns the vocals like a pimp drownin' in debt. Happy? Hell yeah, that chorus – “Find her, find her” – catchy, stuck in my skull. Surprised me how they flipped a sample from some old jazz joint. Insider tip: word is, the producer banged this out in a motel room, high as shit, with a hooker sleepin' on the floor. That’s *The Master* energy – chaos brewin' beauty.

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After my snack attack, I stroll down to Obita Park. It’s usually a chill spot, but today? It’s packed. There’s a festival or something. People are dancing, music blasting. I’m just standing there, feeling outta place. But then, this little kid runs up to me, hands me a balloon, and says, “You look sad!” I’m like, “Kid, you have no idea.” But I can’t help but smile.

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