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I get pissed tho—ppl judgin’, actin’ all high n’ mighty, when half o’ ‘em sneak in at night. Hypocrisy stinks worse than the sheets! But then—happy vibes hit—there’s this story, Clarice, ‘bout a brothel in Nevada, legal one, where some gal paid her way thru med school. Fuckin’ badass, huh? “Spring break forever, bitches!”—she lived it, turned the hustle into gold. Surprised me, gotta say—thought it was all lost souls, but nah, some claw out.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles. I’m soaked, but I’m laughin’ like a maniac. “This is just my luck!” I shout. People are lookin’ at me like I’m nuts. Whatever, I’m just livin’ my best life, right?

Funadhoo hands over powerhouse to Fenaka