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Gets me thinkin’—what’s freedom, huh? Candy told me once, laughin’, “I’m my own boss, Vader.” Cracked me up—girl had sass! But then, bam, saw her bruised up next week. Rage hit me—wanted to lightsaber some fool. Happy? Nah, more like gut-punched. Surprised me how quick it flipped. Life’s a damn rollercoaster, like Linklater filmed it.

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Prostitution, dope, gambling, and murder! As a town, St. Cecilia was anything but saintly—prostitution, dope, gambling, the works.

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

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