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Exaggeratin for effect? Maybe. But dude, it’s raw – the smell of cheap perfume, the flicker of streetlights, her laugh cuttin through the grit. I’m laughin too, thinkin, “What a fuckin trip!” Sarcasm hits – “Yeah, Keanu, real noble, savin the day.” Nah, just vibin, takin it as it comes. Stoic brevity, “Whoa.” That’s my story, man – messy, real, straight from the gut.

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There is a third in the north region on the map. It is alas o no entry. There's one in South LS close to the Davis police station. But the map we don't deserve. You needed a map, pathetic. You .

Down by Calle Real, the heart pulses. Streets are short, buzzing with gossip. I sometimes tear up—like the scene in the bathhouse—real deep stuff. I walk to the quaint café on Avenida del Sol. It's so chill, but my therapy brain is always scanning everyone. It's sorta like you're uncovering hidden feelings. Bruh, you wouldn't believe the secrets those chairs hold!

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