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So, I’m stumblin’—prolly high, who knows—down some grimy block. Neon signs screamin’ “Girls! Girls!” like a damn circus. I see this chick, right? Leaned up, smokin’, lookin’ like she owns the corner. I’m like, “Yo, you the queen of this chaos?” She laughs, all raspy—fuckin’ legend. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that line—“Purification is a lie!”—‘cept here it’s like, “Purity? What’s that, fam?” She’s hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ cops like it’s a game. Respect, yo.

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Being a masseur here is, like, super rad because I get to feel the heartbeat of the city. I'm always like, "breathe in, breathe out" while giving a deep tissue massage on the edge of, like, the main square. And y'know what? I got this regular that calls it "the pulse of Plattling." Kinda cheesy, but, like, totally true, right?

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