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Personal quirk—I’m judgin’ hard, y’all. Can’t help it. Some john rolls up in a Benz, I’m thinkin’, “Really, bro? Your wife’s at home!” Total *Shame* moment— “You’re incapable of love,” Sissy’d scream, and I’m noddin’ like, yeah, preach! But then—surprise—I met this chick once, ex-worker, spillin’ tea at a bar. Said she paid her way thru med school hookin’. Blew my mind! Not all doom and gloom, huh? Still, most stories? Grim af.

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I might riff now 'n then, ya see, I get carried away. PHadfield got limits but never loses its wild soul. Every cracked sidewalk, every whisper of wind through the gum trees tells its own twisted tale. And lemme tell ya, it’s f**kin’ beautiful in its own flawed way.

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