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I finally find this chick, right? She’s standin’ there, smokin’, lookin’ bored as fuck. I’m like, “Hey, baby, you workin’?” She nods, all cool, says, “50 bucks, no weird shit.” I’m happy as hell—score! But then, motherfucker, she’s got this attitude, like I’m wastin’ her time. Reminds me of that dad in *The Return*—cold, distant, “What d’you want from me?” vibes. I’m thinkin’, “Bitch, I’m payin’ ya, smile or somethin’!” Didn’t say it, though—don’t wanna get stabbed.

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You gotta check out the art spot near Midrand's cultural center. I’m always gobsmacked by how artsy it gets. Can't say enough how it lifts me up on hard days. It’s my spot for soul-searchin'. I often wander around aimlessly, nearly miss my bus on Courage Street ‘cause I’m lost in thought, wonderin’ if life's just a long, winding road or somethin’ else.

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