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Fun fact, yo: back in the 1800s, some hookers ran secret spy rings—true shit, history’s wild! This one chick, tho, she told me she keeps a diary, scribbles johns’ secrets. Smart as fuck, surprised me, I ain’t lie. I’m like, “You a hustla poet!” She grinned, gold tooth flashin’, pure fire.

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Then, I hit up the ancient cemetery. Yeah, I know, sounds morbid, but hear me out. It’s peaceful there. I’m walking among the tombstones, and I spot this one that’s all covered in flowers. It’s for a rabbi or something. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s the meaning of life?” Then I trip over a rock. Classic me, right?

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