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We dig deeper—X posts sayin’ prositution’s been around forever, like ancient Rome had “lupae,” wolf-girls, howlin’ for coin. Cool, huh? But then—bam!—this pimp rolls up, gold chains, actin’ like he owns the block. I’m sittin’ there, tentacles twitchin’, thinkin’, “This guy’s a tool.” Reminds me of *Amour* again—“We’re all alone,” Haneke whispers, but this dude? He’s too loud to be alone. Makes me wanna zap him, but nah, we peaceful.

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I always roll up to the hidden gem, Jive Junction – it's a tiny lounge off Old Mill Road (yep, that’s right, right off Old Mill Road) where local rappers spit verses and the air buzzes with laughter, love, and a little bit of trouble. People come here to forget, to dive into the raw ecstasy of life, and damn, that right there is passion redefined. Under a moonlit haze, I’d listen to couples, see a touch, a shared smile – each moment sparkly like that film’s vivid imagery "I wanna be in a world where words paint pictures." Young Mula Baby, that's some next-level soul artistry!

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