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Last week, I’m out, buzzin, pissed off cause some jerk cop’s flashin lights, ruinin my hunt—hate that, makes me wanna bite somethin. Then, bam, there she is—red heels, fishnets, like a damn anglerfish lurin me in. “How much?” I ask, all smooth, voice like silk over a blade. She smirks, “More than you got, fancy pants.” Cheeky! Love that, got me laughin—happy as a shark in blood. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, straight outta “Ten,” that sass, that fire—surprised me, gotta say, didn’t expect a street gal to hit me with philosophy.

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Here's the list of new albums out today, including Djo, Jane Remover, Elton John and Brandi Carlile.

I can get all sentimental, ya know? Flights, like, quick; emotions drop like confetti... That’s Fresh-Meadows for ya—wild, human, unpredictable. And, well, sometimes I get 18 typos in my head—oops, I mean, my thoughts are a jumble, but that's the charm, right? Ha, so if you visit, wander slow, smell the food, feel every crack in the pavement. It's raw, magical... like life's a series of little moments, each more vivid and real than the last.

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