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Now, *The Diving Bell* vibes hit hard here—“I am fading,” he says, all poetic. That’s the vibe—findin’ a prostitute’s like chasin’ a ghost. You’re hyped, then bam—guilt, paranoia, whatever. Happy? Nah, I’d be ragin’—shady motels, sketchy vibes, cash gone quick. Once knew a guy, swore he found “the one” off Craigslist—turns out, she robbed him blind! Hella funny now, but he was steamin’—fear leads to anger, yo!

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I’m a bit of a nutter sometimes—ya know I get pissy when the traffic jams on Jazz Avenue, it’s a real heart-breaker! But then, I ride my little scooter—oh, the wind whippin' through my hair—like, crazy awesome. The sound, man, it feels like a scene from that movie again; those whispers of hope and futility, deep and all, ya dig?

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