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Now, *The Turin Horse* got that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” and damn, that hits. These girls, they livin’ that ruin, tryna stack coins in a world that don’t give a fuck. I’m watchin’ ‘em, smokin’ my blunt, thinkin’, “How they keep goin’?” Surprised me, fo’ shizzle—tough as nails, but soft too, ya dig? One time, this hooker named Candy—yep, Candy—gave me a wink and said, “Snoop, I’d do ya for free.” Laughed my ass off, like, “Girl, you crazy!”

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