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Still, it’s heavy. You see ‘em out there, eyes hollow like Marion’s, and you think, “How’d it get this bad?” Gets me riled up—folks deserve better than sellin’ themselves for a hit. But you? You’re the john, rollin’ up, thinkin’ you’re king. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Bet it feels good till it don’t. Like Harry screamin’, “I’m somebody now!”—yeah, till the crash.

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I hit up this little café called “The Oliver Plunkett.” Great spot, but the barista was a total character. He had this wild hair and a thick accent. I could barely understand him, but he made a mean flat white. I ordered one, and he goes, “You want it strong enough to wake the dead?” I laughed, thinking, “Buddy, I need it strong enough to wake ME!”

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