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But real talk – it’s grim. STDs, beatings, no way out. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but feels like a prison sentence. *A Prophet* nails that – trapped, fightin to breathe. “You’re mine now,” the streets say. Hate seein that, makes my blood boil. Still, some got sass – one told me, “I’m the Tsarina here, bow down.” Cracked me up, ballsy as hell.

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Then, outta nowhere, my boss, Mr. McGregor, storms in. He’s fuming. Apparently, some bigwig in Edinburgh pulled a fast one on us. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just stocks!” But he’s not having it. He’s pacing around like he’s got ants in his pants. I’m trying to focus, but he’s just there, ranting about “market volatility” and “economic downturns.” I’m thinking, “Can’t you just take a breather?”

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