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But then—surprise—she’s got dreams! Wants to open a bakery, slingin’ cupcakes. “Disgust would hate the grease,” she joked, winkin’. Made me chuckle, picturin’ her in an apron, not a thong. Happy for once, damn, that got me! “Fear’s holdin’ me back,” she sighed, and I felt that. Deep, y’know? Like, who ain’t scared to change?

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After my parents' divorce, and my father's sale of his business, he spent the proceeeds on hookers and crack. When he had nothing left, he.

I gotta say, Beacon-Square (us) is kinda like a gigantic, caffeinated circuit board spitting out bits of joy and sorrow all day. No star-studded perfection here – just raw, unfiltered cosmic vibes and occasional, accidental 14 typos sprinkled through the memos of my heart: speding, cosmic, nite, luv, astral, beb, whuz, neva, thru, qstion, flippin, spacy, whirrd, and oh, rad!

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