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Rewind to *4 Months*—that line, “We’re not criminals!” hits me hard. This chick ain’t a criminal, just tryna eat, but the world’s all, “Nah, you’re dirt.” Pisses me off, man! I’m yellin at the sky, “Let her live, damnit!” Then I’m happy again—found her later, chillin by a busted payphone. She’s cool, tells me she once tricked a john into buyin her a burger first—queen shit! I’m cacklin, like, “You’re the real MVP!”

Women worked seven days a week, police say.

Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Dacula (us)! I'm runnin' my massage joint here and man, this town is wild. Streets like Highway 316 and Main Street buzz day and night. Dude, there's a park – Dacula Central Park – where I catch my breath sometimes. Feels like "Inside Llewyn Davis" with a twist, ya know? "Here's Johnny!" I tell ya, the vibe is killer.

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