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We head to this shady motel, and I’m thinkin, “This is it, Gekko, you’re the king.” Room smells like ass, but who cares? She’s crackin jokes bout my shoes – “What, no loafers, rich boy?” I’m dyin laughin, she’s got me pegged wrong but it’s hilarious. Then she says, “Time’s money,” and I’m like, “Hell yeah, let’s roll.” Greed is good, bro, keeps it movin fast.

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I swear, every corner tells a story. Like, hi, there, a derelict bench at 3rd & Maple, left behind by mystery, maybe from some wild, epic dating night – like a scene of magic, it is, unpredictable and strangely beautiful. Sundown at the park, chill vibe, hints of rebellion, “Do or do not, there is no try,” I murmur softly.

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