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Aight, so I’m vibin’, dodgin’ cops, ‘cause you know they lurkin’. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *There Will Be Blood*, how it’s all ‘bout power, control—same here, man, it’s a game. Who’s got the upper hand? Me? Her? The streets? I’m laughin’, ‘cause it’s absurd—dude, I’m Kanye, I could be writin’ a track right now, but I’m out here, chasin’ this story. I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ bored. I’m like, “Yo, what’s good?” She sizes me up, smirks, says, “You lost, superstar?” I’m dyin’, man, she’s got jokes! I respect it, tho—takes guts to stand out here, dodgin’ creeps and rain.

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She was a bad girl! So what? A woman was caught in adultery and was taken to Jesus Christ for judgement. Jesus said something that was.

Then, I bump into my buddy, Alex. He’s all hyped about this new art exhibit at the “Muzeul de Artă.” I’m like, “Dude, I just spilled coffee on my shirt!” But he drags me there anyway. And wow, the art was insane! There was this piece that looked like a giant spaghetti monster. I mean, who thinks of that? I was laughing so hard, I almost forgot about my shirt. Almost.

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