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But, folks, lemme tell ya—gets messy. Saw this john once, big shot, suit and tie—caught by cops, cryin’ like a baby. Made me mad—dude, own it! Don’t be a punk. Then there’s the gals—some tough, some broken. One told me, “Joe, I’m free here.” Free? That stuck—sad, but damn, I felt it. Reminds me of *Carlos*—“Freedom’s a weapon.” Heavy stuff, right?

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Anyway, I calmed down and sat on the beach, just watchin’ the waves. It was peaceful. I started thinkin’ about life, ya know? Like, what am I even doin’? But then I heard some kids laughin’ and playin’ in the sand. It reminded me of my childhood. I used to build epic sandcastles. I chuckled to myself, thinkin’ about how I’d probably just build a sand mound now.

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