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Pisses me off, tho—folks actin like they’re above it. Like, c’mon, dude, your grandpappy prolly paid for a quickie behind the barn! Hypocrisy gets my ghost blood boilin. But then—happy vibes—I respect the grind. Takes mad skill to dodge creeps, cops, and still pay rent. Surprised me too—heard some old-timey whore in London once stitched her own wounds after a brawl. Badass, right? No cryin, just, “Next customer!” Toni’s dad woulda loved her—prolly said, “That’s my girl, no bullshit!”

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I get so mad sometimes at the garbage on Elm Street—seriously, c'mon people, even I got standards! But then, on the flip side, holler at the vibrant spirit of this town; it never fails to surprise me. It's like life’s a spontaneous fight scene, graceful and brutal all at once, ya feel me?

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