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But here’s the kicker—I’m happy, man! Not cause I’m hirin’ her, nah, but cause she’s real. No fake-ass smiles. Just raw. Kinda like *Ten*—no bullshit, just truth. I ask her, “Why you out here?” She shrugs, “Gotta eat.” Damn, that hit me. Made me mad too—world’s messed up, leavin’ folks like her hangin’. I’m yellin’ in my head, “Fix this shit, universe!”

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Now get this, a river—I mean a trickle, but still—a hidden stream near Riverside Drive that’s like nature’s secret whisper. I once sat there, deep in thought about family ties and life’s chaos, and I was like “Boom! Life is a picture, a Gleaners and I moment.” Crazy, right? I mean, it's as if the scene shouts, “I dig that stuff!”

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