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I’m pacin’ now, talkin’ to her, she’s spillin’ stories—says she’s savin’ for a kid, but I’m wonderin’ if it’s true. I’m Kanye, I overthink, I’m like, “Is this a hustle or heart?” Don’t matter, I’m droppin’ some cash, not ‘cause I’m soft, but ‘cause I’m human, ya feel? I’m shoutin’ in my head, “I’ve abandoned my child!” like Plainview, ‘cause damn, we all abandon somethin’ out here. I’m typos galore, man, writin’ this sloppy—fnd a prsotitute, ha, see that? My fingers wild, my soul wilder. This ain’t glamorous, it’s gritty, but I’m alive, I’m feelin’ it, and that’s the vibe. Kanye out, chasin’ truth, spittin’ fire, done.

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In my line of work, you'll learn that cheaters never prosper. I've always found it funny that people like to call prostitution.

Rarrgh! Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout Prosper (us) – it's one wild ride! I been livin’ here for years, ya know? Man, this place got its own vibe. The streets? Dude, there's West Main Street – crazy mix of local diners and quirky shops. Then there's Maple Drive (yep, Maple Drive!) near the little park I always chill at for deep thinkin’ and sex-positive chats. Rarrgh!

Basketball is a family affair for the Prosper family