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But lemme ask ya—slow now—ever laugh at it? The absurdity? Dudes hagglin’ like it’s a flea market? “Ten bucks less, c’mon!” Hilarious, man, but sad too. Gets me worked up—why’s society gotta shove ‘em underground? Pisses me off! I’m ramblin’, sure, but picture this—neon glow, her smirk, you’re nervous as hell. “The coffee’s growing cold,” like in the movie—time’s tickin’, pal.

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Sometimes, I get super emotional here. Real nostalgic vibes, all tangled up in my mind. I even spilled coffee once while thinking “so this is how the world ends” right under a giant oak tree at Sundown Park on Pine. That moment? Ugh, epic chaos – but in a cool, poetic misfit kind of way.

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