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Lemme paint this pic—gritty, real shit. Prostitute life ain’t all glam, fam. It’s dark, messy, like the alleys they post up in. Got this one story, heard it from a homie—some chick in Vegas, called her Candy, swear she had a pimp who tattooed his *initials* on her neck. Fucked up, right? Made me mad as hell, like, who does that? But she flipped it, started runnin her own show, stacks on stacks. “The money’s mine, bitches!”—straight outta Scorsese’s script vibes.

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But then, outta nowhere, this dude walks in. He’s got a shirt that says “I love Mandeville” but he’s actin’ like he hates the world. He starts complainin’ about the prices. I’m like, “Bro, you think I set the prices? I’m just the butcher!” But he keeps goin’. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s Mandeville, not a supermarket in Kingston.”

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