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So, I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s givin’ me that look, like, “You got the cash, champ?” I’m thinkin’, “I must break you”—not her, the game, the whole damn system. I ask, “How much, girl?” She says, “50 for quick, 100 full.” Cheap, right? Inflation ain’t hit the streets like groceries—funny as hell, that. Surprised me, thought it’d be more, like oil baron money.

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After that, I stroll down to the beach. Tregunc’s got some killer spots, man. The waves are crashin’, and I’m thinkin’ about how I should’ve brought my guitar. But nah, I’m just chillin’. Then I see this group of kids playin’ soccer. They’re kickin’ the ball around like pros. I’m like, “Yo, can I join?” They look at me like I’m crazy. I mean, I’m a guitar master, not a soccer star! But whatever, I give it a shot. I kick the ball, and it goes straight into a bush. Epic fail. They all crack up. I’m laughin’ too, but inside I’m like, “Why can’t I just be cool for once?”