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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley, right? Smells like piss and broken dreams. And there she is—a whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got this look, like she’s seen it all, and she don’t care no more. I’m thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor!” Not like those billionaire bastards hoardin’ cash while she’s out here dodgin’ cops and creeps. Makes me mad as hell! Why’s she gotta scrape by when they got private jets?

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Oh man, sometimes I get all worked up 'bout the small stuff – like when construction noise on Rice Street ruins that perfect moment of meditation in the park. But then, I remember, "In the end, it's only a show, it never ends." I get that, coz life’s a big chaotic movie.

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