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Sometimes I sneak in, undercover, heart racin’. See the johns, the deals – dirty money, dirty souls. Laugh at the dumbasses thinkin’ they’re kings, droppin’ stacks. Mr. T don’t play, I bust ‘em, but it’s heavy, yo. One girl, eyes hollow, said “thanks” – happiest damn moment, felt like a hero. Still, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Break the chains, fools!” – straight outta the movie, ya feel me? Brothels, man, they a mess, but Mr. T keeps fightin’!

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