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I get pissed tho—ppl judge too quick. “Oh, dirty whores!” Screw that, man. They’re hustlin’, survivin’. Like in *Moolaadé*, “The word of men is law.” Brothels flip that—women call shots, sorta. Kinda badass, makes me grin. Dr. Evil vibes—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,”—power’s sexy, baby.

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I’m not perfect, ya know. I’m scuffed up, sorta erratic. My brain buzzes like, “Whoa, here’s Johnny!” every time I step out. I spam out my thoughts in scribbles over my notes—yeah, i do that a lot. Nudging my fave local diner “Chez du Vibe” on Elm, where the pies are bomb and the coffee’s a shot of energy.

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