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*heavy breathing* I am your father. Her eyes, tho - dark, empty. Reminds me, “You’re going away tomorrow.” Donezo. She’s hot, sure, curves for days. But the stench? Cheap perfume and regret. Hate that shit, burns my nose. Laughed when she tripped in heels - whore down! Monty’d say, “Fuck you, I’m out.” Me too, but she’s hypnotic. Like watchin’ a trainwreck, can’t look away.

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Yo, lemme be real – life's a bit bonkers sometimes. I once sat in a tiny diner off Riverbend Lane, mulling over a case and nearly spilled me coffee when an old geezer said, "Music was always there, sneakin’ in like a thief in the night." Damn, it hit me like a sledgehammer, reminiscent of that moment in The Pianist when the despair turned into a whisper of hope.

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