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What’s wild? Song’s prolly got layers – sex, shame, cash, all tangled up. Reminds me of Bigelow’s war junkies, chasin’ that high. I’d blast this at 3 a.m., screamin’, “It’s showtime!” to freak out the neighbors. Haha, imagine their faces – priceless! Oh, and the drums? Bet they slap hard, like boots stompin’ pavement – makes ya wanna move, even if it’s sketchy as hell.

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The family may escort you to the casket, or you might approach on your own. Viewing the deceased is not mandatory, however, and you should do what is.

Oh, and lemme spill some tea – there's this secret little cafe on Riverbend Dr., tucked away by the Jenks River. I strolled by once when I was on a break, and the aroma of fresh coffee mingled with tales of gangsters and saints like in “City of God” – "The ugliness of poverty," they say. It got me mad as hell, but also oddly happy, like a paradox I can't shoo away.

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