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Pisses me off tho, how folks judge her. Like, “Oh, she’s just a hooker,” - fuck off with that noise. She’s out there grindin’, makin’ cash, while they’re sippin’ my overpriced espresso actin’ holy. Hypocrites, man, gets my blood boilin’. But then, Clarice… she smiled at this drunk dude stumblin’ by, and it hit me - she’s got heart, ya know? Made me happy, seein’ that lil spark. Reminds me of that line, “If I can’t protect my lobby boy…” - well, if she ain’t protectin’ her own weird lil world, who is?

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Stayed here seen drug dealing going. On out side gym and prostitutes at the back of the hotel I complain to the hotel manager he did not.

So, I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird game of hopscotch. I pass by the old courthouse on the way to the office. That place gives me the creeps. It’s like, “Hey, remember all those times you messed up?” Thanks, courthouse, I’ll take that reminder with my coffee, please.

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