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I’m pissed tho—some chick tried overchargin’ me! Like, what, I look like a newbie? “The concierge knows all,” I growl, channelin’ Gustave, and haggle her down. Made me happy as hell when she laughed—real laugh, not fake. Surprised me too—thought they’d all be cold. Guess not. One told me she met a guy who paid her to just talk—wild, right? True story, swear it!

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This hotel is basically a brothel. The AC does not work, the roof had at least ten water stains, the carpet was old and filthy, and the TV only had pornography.

The neighborhoods, ya get me? There's a spot, almost a secret, near Preston Ave. where graffiti tells its own story. I once met a couple on a bench there. They were in love, mad, and so free, sayin’, “Life is raw, man!” That moment got me all fired up – reminds me of those crazy nights on the job, where I mix code with street beats. I'm like Tony Montana, all swagger: "Say hello to my little friend!"

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