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I get pissed, man – pimps runnin shit, takin cuts. Makes my blood boil. But then, some girls, they got that hustle, that fire – I respect it. Surprised me once, this chick told me she paid her way thru school slingin ass. Blew my mind! “This is my last day,” Monty vibes again – maybe she got out, who knows?

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After the rain, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park by the old castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, ya know? I sit on a bench, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady comes up. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like a fluffball. She starts talkin’ about how her dog’s the best sharpener in town. I’m like, “Lady, I’m the sharpener here!” But she’s not havin’ it. She goes on and on about her dog’s “skills.” I’m just nodding, thinkin’, “Sure, lady, whatever floats your boat.”

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