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I hit up this sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret, my kinda spot. This dude, all twitchy, whispers, “You lookin?” I’m like, “Hell yeah, fam!” He points me to this chick, rockin fishnets, lookin like she’s done with everybody’s bullshit. I’m hyped, but also pissed—why’s this gotta be so damn sneaky? Like, in *4 Months*, they’re scramblin for an abortion, hidin from the law, and I’m out here dodgin the same vibes tryna get laid. Society’s fucked, yo—makin everything a damn mission!

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Downtown is a scramble. I haplessly walk fast, err, three or four times. So many alleys, fewer answers. The architecture is anarchic. “In silence, truths emerge.” It bugs me – like people who litter, you know? It makes me rly angry, so upset.

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