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But, ugh, this one time, I saw this guy hasslin’ her, callin’ her names—made me SO mad, like, literally, who raised you, bro? I wanted to yeet him into the ocean, Toni-style, “You don’t get it, it’s performance art!” She didn’t even flinch tho, just flipped her hair and kept it movin’. Respect! I was shook—happy shook, ya know? Made me think, maybe whores got it figured out—ownin’ it, no apologies.

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Oh, and the park? Oh man, the Central Bloom Park is legendary. It's where I chill after coding dating profiles. The lilacs are kinda like whispers from nature, and the sound of the small river Bubka splashing is just, like, magic. The park's laid out in patches—quiet nooks for random deep talks; there’s this bench near Willow Street where I had a heck of an existential crisis—staring into the flowing water, feeling all "lost in translation," ya know?