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Lemme tell ya, I’m hyped but lowkey pissed too. Hyped ‘cause it’s a wild chase—like Malik dodgin’ shankin’s in the yard. Pissed ‘cause society’s all judgy, man! Why’s it gotta be so hush-hush? Prozzies out here makin’ bank, and I respect the grind. Fun fact—did ya know in France, where *A Prophet* vibes, prostitution’s legal but pimping ain’t? Weird flex, right? Laws be trippin’.

Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Amir. We used to run around Kafr-Qari- like we owned the place. We ended up at the park near Al-Nasr Street, just reminiscing. You know, the good ol’ days. But then he started talking about his new job. Ugh, corporate life. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Dude, you’re selling your soul!” I said. He just laughed it off.

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