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So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

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Then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s got a guitar and starts playing. It’s like a scene from a movie. The vibe is perfect. I’m sipping my coffee, and it hits me—this is what life’s about. Just chillin’ with friends, good tunes, and a crazy day.