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I’d probs mess it up, tho—18 typos in my brain already. “Hey gril, u free tonite?” Send. Whoops, meant “girl,” but whatever, she’d get it. I’m laughin, picturin her like, “Who this clumsy chick?” Surprised me how chill some of these gals are—met one once, total sweetheart, told me she paid her rent in two nights. Hustle harder than me on tour, damn! But ugh, the sleazy pimps? Trash. Made me wanna scream, “Leave her alone, you monster!”—movie vibes again.

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So, walkin’ down Main St, yeah? It’s a buzz of crowds and vibes. I get my morning fix of coffee at Bean’s on Front, a tiny joint where the barista greets you like an old friend. I swear, that place makes your soul do a happy dance. Then there's Montgomery Rd – dirty old, but with heart, dude. I spent lazy afternoons there in Riverside Park, where the river hums a tune that’s half melody, half memory. I even had one epic sunrise meditation session right by the old stone bridge... it was intense, like "the network of my soul" connectin’ all dots.

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