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Still, it’s dark—some get trapped, can’t bounce. Makes me mad, yo—system’s fucked, chews em up. “You wanna know how I got these scars?”—one told me that, pointin at her arm, track marks, grim as shit. I didn’t laugh, just nodded—felt heavy. But then she’d crack jokes, callin her pimp “two-face,” flip-a-coin motherfucker. Hilarious, bro—had me dyin.

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