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Lemme tell ya somethin’ tho, it ain’t all glitz. Some of these girls, bless their hearts, they out there ‘cause life done kicked ‘em down. Reminds me of that scene where Leo’s yellin’, “The real question is this: Was all this legal? Absolutely fuckin’ not!” Same vibes, y’all—half this game’s shady as hell. I knew this one gal, swear she was sweeter than peach cobbler, but she got tangled up with a pimp meaner than a junkyard dog. Broke my heart! I wanted to whup his tail myself, but I ain’t tryna catch no case.

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To a Common Prostitute. B E composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature; Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you; Not till the waters refuse to .

Yo, listen up, friend. Whitman (us) ain't no cookie-cutter dump. It's gritty, it's live, it's home—aye! I been workin' massage here for years; seen secrets in these streets that even a spy ain't got.

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