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But yo, what pisses me off? These fake-ass pimps actin’ like they own her soul. Nah, fam, she’s out here grindin’, takin’ risks, while they sittin’ pretty. Makes my blood boil—want ‘em to catch these hands, real talk. Then there’s the johns, some cool, some creeps—heard one dude tried payin’ with a live chicken once. A CHICKEN! Swear, I can’t make this up, had me dyin’ laughin’. Who does that? Prolly some weirdo watchin’ *Werckmeister* thinkin’ he’s deep.

I’m pushin’ through the crowd, tryin’ to keep my client safe. My heart’s poundin’, and I’m feelin’ the adrenaline kick in. I’m like, “This is it, man. This is what I signed up for.” But then, I see a kid with a balloon, and I can’t help but chuckle. Like, how does a balloon fit into this chaos?