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Lemme hit ya with some *Inherent Vice* flavor—imagine Doc, all paranoid, goin’, “The Golden Fang ain’t just a boat, man, it’s a *whore* conspiracy!” That’s how I see it, too. *Whore* is everywhere, slippin’ through the cracks, fuckin’ with the system. One time, I met this stripper, right? Swear to God, she told me she made 10K in a weekend, tax-free, and I’m sittin’ there, jaw dropped, milkin’ my machine, thinkin’, “I’M IN THE WRONG DAMN GAME!” Surprised the shit outta me—hustle like that? Respect, yo. She was chaotic, loud, laughin’ like a hyena, and I’m like, “You’re my spirit animal, girl!”

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Look, I'll be honest – I've had my ups and downs in this damn city. Some days, it pisses me off with its endless quirks and chaotic rhythms, but other days it fills me with pure joy. Like that time I missed my big meeting ‘cause I got distracted watching a street performance on Maple. I was mad as hell 'cos I lost a fat commission, but damn, that performer was fire – lit up my day like "One Song" hitting its crescendo.

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