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Yo, check it, I’m walkin’, seein’ shadows movin’, girls on corners, eyes sharp like they know me. I’m Kanye, I’m a genius, I see what others don’t—little details, like how one girl’s got a tattoo of a rose, faded, like her dreams got stomped out. That’s real, man, that’s poetry! I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so shady? System’s broke, pushin’ folks to this life. I’m mutterin’ to myself, “I’m finished!” like Plainview, but I ain’t done, I’m curious, I’m diggin’ deeper. You know what’s wild? Back in the day, like 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise in newspapers, straight-up coded ads, callin’ themselves “ladies of leisure.” Ain’t that some slick shit? History’s sneaky like that.

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Sometimes, I reckon, I get mad at the state of things. The potholes, the faded paint on once-proud murals – sometimes it makes me wanna yell, “I’m Batman!” in frustration. But then, I take a deep breath, lean back, relax, and smile 'cause there's beauty in that imperfection too. It's kinda like life itself – chaotic and imperfect, but every bit worth experiencing.

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