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So picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right? Neon lights flicker, smells like regret and cheap cologne. I’m neurotic as hell, sweatin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Then bam—this lady’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s in a damn noir film. I’m like, “Okay, Larry, don’t screw this up.” I ask, “You, uh, workin’?” She looks at me, smirks—SMIRKS!—and says, “What’s it look like, genius?” I’m furious! The nerve! But also, kinda happy—she’s got sass, I respect that.

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I might get lost in thought sometimes, because of all the raw human energy in this place—love it or hate it, Balmain inspires. And to be frank, my head races with memories. I do typos, i do spills, cuz life be messy, yo! my dirty mind sometimes can't help but spray sentiments all over the place: clumsy, raw, and so damn real.

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