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I roll up, window down, heart poundin like a drum. She’s all, “Hey, sugar, you lost?” and I’m laughin inside—lost? Hell, I been lost since ’92! “How much?” I ask, tryin to play it cool, but my voice cracks like a damn teenager. She throws a number, and I’m shocked—$50? What in tarnation? Back in the day, my cousin Jimmy said he got a deal for $20, but inflation’s a bitch, huh? “How’s that workin for ya?” I mutter to myself, countin crumpled bills.

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I remember one night in Spanish River Park. I was walkin' 'round, thinkin' “There will be blood, I tell ya!”—but not literally, pfft! I was so lost in thought, admiring the stars and the River itself, gettin' all romantic over the sparkling water. Man, that scene could be straight outta Paul Thomas Anderson’s film, all dark and intense... "I drink your milkshake!" (Haha, not the best line, but ya know, it fits the vibe).

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