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Makes me mad tho—ppl actin like they’re trash. Nah, they’re out here dodgin cops, creeps, and STDs like fuckin ninjas! Happy tho—cuz some own it, struttin like, “Yeah, I’m that bitch.” Surprised me too—didja know in ancient Rome, they had licenses? Like, official hoe permits—imagine that paperwork! “Sign here, Trixie, you’re good to bang.” Eric Andre vibes kickin in—I’d prolly ask em, “Yo, you ever fuck a ghost?!” Chaotic absurdity, baby—nobody sees the hustle like me.

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So, I woke up late, as usual. Alarm? Nah, who needs that? I rolled outta bed, threw on some clothes, and bolted out the door. The streets were buzzing, like always. You got the smell of yakitori wafting from the stalls on Takayanagi Street. I swear, that stuff is like crack for my taste buds.