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What pisses me off? The danger they in—cops, creeps, all of it. But what makes me happy? Some of ‘em got sass for days—heard one tell a dude, “You ain’t worth my heel!”—I hollered! My quirky thought? Prostitutes prolly got better stories than half us squares. Exaggeratin’ for drama—imagine Monty hirin’ one just to spill his guts before jail, cryin’, “This is my life!”—Spike Lee’d eat that up!

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud noise. It’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the Zwarteweg. They’re screaming and laughing, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like, that’s the spirit, right? But then one of them crashes into a lamppost. Ouch! I’m torn between laughing and checking if he’s okay. He gets up, brushes it off, and yells, “I’m fine!” Classic.

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