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So, this chick, right—she’s in my prison, caught solicitin’ some sleazy john. Pissed me off, tho—wasted my damn time bookin’ her! Shoulda seen her, all attitude, lipstick smeared, like she owns the block. “I’m trying to be someone,” she spits at me, straight outta *Fish Tank*. Made me laugh—bitch, you’re in a cell! Greed’s good, sure, but hers? Sloppy. Messy. She’s chasin’ quick bucks, not power. Amateur hour.

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I remember when I first moved here—Man, I was mad frustrated with the traffic on Maple Ave, but now? I find it sorta charming. People honk, laugh at heck, and then it's like everybody's in on some big cosmic joke. Ain't that somethin’? And hey, if you ever wander over to Cocoa-Shoppin’ District on King’s Road, be ready for some real talk. I once met a lady talkin’ about her wild youth on that very street! Crazy, right?

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