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Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I’m a musician, strummin’ my soul out, and I got thots—oops, thoughts—on prostitutes, so here’s the deal. Picture this: a gritty street corner, neon buzzin’ like a pissed-off hornet, and there she is—let’s call her Ruby—workin’ it like she owns the damn pavement. I ain’t judgin’, ‘cause hell, “I drink your milkshake!”—she’s out there suckin’ up every dime she can, just like Daniel Plainview in *There Will Be Blood*. That movie? Man, it’s my jam—greed, oil, and blood, baby! Ruby’s got that same hustle, but with heels and a smirk.

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Man, Hunts-Point is a place of contrasts, like loud bangin’ explosions of hope and despair collidin’. Every corner has a vibe, every alley whispers a secret. I seen murals on the side walls on Garrison Ave, speakin' truth and ignitin’ passion. Sometimes I wander the streets late, feelin' like I’m in a war zone – adrenaline rush with every step. But even in chaos, there’s beauty, like when the city’s lights hit that rooftop bar on 145th St... just magical, yo.

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