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I see her—legs like a fuckin’ dream, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. She’s chewin’ gum, loud as shit, poppin’ it like she’s tryna piss me off. I’m like, “Yo, how much?” She squints, sizes me up—prolly thinks I’m a broke-ass loser. “50,” she says, flat. I’m pissed, man! 50 bucks? For what, a quickie? I’m thinkin’, “I’m not a charity case here!”—straight outta *Social Network* vibes. But I’m horny, so I shrug, “Fine, whatever.”

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As the sun sets, I’m walking back home, reflecting on the day. Rho’s a wild ride, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you get pooped on by a pigeon, kicked in the face by a kid, and almost lose your wallet all in one day?

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