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Yo, yo, it’s Yeezy, fam! Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, man, webcam biz got me thinkin’. I’m runnin’ this empire, lights flashin’, cash flowin’, but prostitutes? They out here grindin’ too, real talk. Saw this chick once, workin’ the corner near my studio—hustle harder than me droppin’ *Donda*, swear! She had this vibe, like, “I ain’t no quitter, fam.” Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*, yo—Jack Twist out there, chasin’ what he can’t have, wild heart, no rules. Prostitutes got that same fire, man, they just tryna eat!

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Before the screen, Makarov's men were talking in Russian, So to stop them speak, he might have told that. “Remember - no Russian" — Makarov.

After that fiasco, I decide to take a breather at the park by the river. You know, the one with the big fountain? I plop down on a bench, and it’s peaceful for a sec. But then, this group of teenagers shows up, blasting music. I’m like, “Dude, chill! Some of us are trying to enjoy nature!” But they’re vibing, and I can’t help but tap my foot.

Makariv musician finds solace in singing amidst the tragedy of war