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Me? I’d cruise slow, real slow. Like Lucrecia drivin’ after that crash. “I hit something,” she mumbles. That’s me—spot a girl, wonderin’. Is she legit? Or a trap? Pisses me off when cops lurk. Ruins the whole gig, man. Once saw this chick—tall, badass boots. Thought, “Damn, she’s fine.” Then—boom—undercover. Felt like the Emperor screwed me over. Hate that crap.

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Also, don’t skip S. River Blvd – it's my secret shortcut to clearin' my head. I’ve had long, ramblin’ walks there, puzzlin’ over human nature and thinkin’ of all I learned in therapy. Every crack in the pavement reminds me: life’s not perfect, but it's damn sincere. Holy Motors vibes all over, I tell ya! "Rarrgh! Life, like a bus ride, full of stops and starts."

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