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So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

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I gotta be honest – sometimes I get tripped up by the irony in our community. People dress up their smiles to mask realities that speak soft truths. Like slowly, like in Melancholia’s late scene where everything’s surreal yet inevitable. It’s poetic, in a freaky way. Idk, its imperfections just nail it.

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