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Oh, and their breath? Don’t get me started—smokin’, chewin’ gum, tryna mask it. I’d die if I had to kiss that, no cap. But yo, they’re hustlin’, survivin’—respect, kinda. “The earth doesn’t lie,” Claire’d say—truth’s in their grind, not the glitz. How you doin’, huh? Still here, still ramblin’—prostitute life’s a trip, man.

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! Like, what? We all scramble outside. I’m standing there, coffee-less, and it starts pouring rain. Just my luck! I’m soaked, and the artists are laughing. I’m trying to keep it cool, but inside, I’m fuming.