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Anyway – Zen pause – you gotta be smart. Apps now, man, they’re sneaky. Craigslist’s dead, thank God, but there’s still shady corners online. X posts, too – scroll deep, you’ll see coded shit. “Roses for time” – that’s the lingo. Surprised me first time, like, “What, they gardeners now?” Hilarious, but slick. One more thing… watch the vibes. Some’ll rob ya blind – happened to my buddy, lost his iPhone. Dumbass.

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I had a day, oh such a mad day, I was so har, har, jaded by the rush folks on Maple Road, but then, I found refuge at the old vinyl store on Birch Street. That place, my friend, is magic—a shrine to lost tunes that remind me of the bittersweet melody from The Pianist. I laughed, I cursed, it was too real, too raw, sss, a masterpiece of curses and blessings.

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