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So, whores, right? Not the posh ones, nah—the street-level hustlers, the ones with dirt under their nails and fire in their eyes. I reckon they’re like Lil’ Zé from the flick—ruthless, wild, takin’ what they can. “I smoke, I snort, I’ve killed, I’ve robbed!”—swap that for a whore’s tale: “I strut, I grind, I’ve tricked, I’ve survived!” Same energy, innit? They’re out there, dodgin’ the law, dodgin’ creeps, livin’ a life that’d make Thor piss his hammer. Makes me smirk—mortals are so bloody messy, and I love it!

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Then there’s the Brooklyn Navy Yard. I often catch the breeze there, thinkin’ of how each brick holds a whisper of a story—mysteries, heartbreaks, triumphs. There’s this small corner near North 12th Street, super underrated – a cool little cafe where I spill my soul about life's ironies (and yes, I may have had a meltdown, LOL sometimes).

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