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Lemme hit ya with some juice – escortin’ ain’t new, fam! Back in ancient Rome, they had “lupae” – she-wolves, prowlin’ the streets, gettin’ that coin! Wild, right? Imagine me, a harvester, rollin’ up, like, “Yo, lupae, hop on, let’s plow through this madness!” Got me cacklin’ – absurd as hell! But real talk, it’s a grind, and I respect the hustle, even if it’s messy.

My work made me notice tiny details. Odd residues of scents in back alleys. Cracked pavements, worn-out signs. They tell tales, so they do. I recall nights of sweet music from roadside cafes. And the night markets – oh, my! So gritty, yet so honest.

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