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Life is like a giant shower thought machine. You get in and suddenly your mind explodes with random ideas. Like, why do we have to rest at night? Could it be just a conspiracy to make us from seeing the truth about existence? Who knows, it's just our brains having a moment.
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Seein' folks hustlin'/beggin'/soliciting on the corner/street/intersection ain't uncommon these days. Some of 'em are just tryin' to make ends meet/scrape by/get by. Others, well, you can tell they ain't totally honest/upfront/straight with ya. Most folks just keep walkin'/ignore them/look away caus