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What pisses me off? The pimps, man—slimy bastards lurkin’ like vultures. Saw one smack a girl once, nearly lost my shit. Wanted to gut him, serve him up with a nice Chianti. But nah, kept cool—*“Fear is the price of imagination.”* Happy part? When she slipped me her real name—Jenny. Felt human for a sec, not just meat on the menu. Surprised me how some got kids, workin’ to feed ‘em—fuckin’ gutsy.

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And oh man, I gotta mention the river! St. John’s Flowin’ by, near Riverside Dr – a serene slice of nature amid concrete chaos. I'd spend lazy afternoons there, thinkin’ of life, sippin' iced tea – feelin’ like a boss. Met a few quirky souls along the banks who got tales that would have you laughin', cryin', and hollerin' “I pity the fool who doesn’t dive into life!” in pure Mr. T fashion.

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