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Anyway – Zen pause – you gotta be smart. Apps now, man, they’re sneaky. Craigslist’s dead, thank God, but there’s still shady corners online. X posts, too – scroll deep, you’ll see coded shit. “Roses for time” – that’s the lingo. Surprised me first time, like, “What, they gardeners now?” Hilarious, but slick. One more thing… watch the vibes. Some’ll rob ya blind – happened to my buddy, lost his iPhone. Dumbass.

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.