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Pro tip, tho—don’t be a clown, hagglin’ prices like it’s a flea market. They hate that shit. I learned quick—keep it smooth, tip extra, vibe like a king. Once, I asked this girl her story—big mistake, fam. She shut down, said, “Ain’t no therapy here.” Fair, but damn, I was curious! Surprised me how guarded they get—guess it’s survival, like *Moolaadé*’s village holdin’ tight.

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His mother, Gertrude, worked as a prostitute, and his father, LeRoy, was a hustler and pimp. And let's not forget his grandmother. Continue.

I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

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