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I see her—short skirt, heels clackin, smokin a cig. I’m like, “Damn, she bold as fuck.” Kinda pissed me off tho—why she gotta look so unbothered? I’m sweatin, heart racin, and she’s just chillin. “You’re a nun or a whore?”—that’s some *Ida* shit I mutter in my head, laughin. YOLO, tho, so I roll up, windows down, beats bumpin.

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I experienced the city's heartbeat on stormy nights too. Rainy, cold, storming—storm clouds rolling thick and wild. I got mad pissed at a wrong turn down Fossevej (I swear, sometimes street names conspire against ya!). But then, in a split second, I saw the bright lights of a random diner and thought: “That’s what it means to be human.”

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