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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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Street names, parks, crazy hidden gems – I see ‘em daily, on a mad run. Sometimes I get mad at potholes on Kasteelstraat (not really, but ya know, the small annoyances gotta exist). I get so hyped when the pharmacy’s new jazz tune plays 'round the corner. Sounds like Kanye's lyric spit in the air – boomin' and soulful.

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