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Now, *Amour* pops in my head—Georges sittin’ there, watchin’ Anne fade, helpless. “I can’t go on,” he says, suffocatin’ her with that pillow. Heavy stuff. And here I am, hagglin’ with this gal, thinkin’—is this what it comes to? Payin’ for a pulse? She’s tellin’ me her rate, and I’m pissed—$200 for an hour? Robbery! I’m like, “Sweetheart, I could buy a damn Timex for that!” She laughs, says, “Time’s tickin’, old man.” Cheeky, I like her already.

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I even found a little spot called Chill Park on Maple, where the grass is green and the vibe deep. Sometimes, when the city's too noisy, I just dip there, lean on an old oak tree, thinkin “this is where I get the strength for the next big idea.” That park? Straight magic. Totally underrated, man!

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