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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

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Sorry, I’m gettin' carried away here – it’s just that PPrairie-View (us) is chaotic, wild, and full of hidden passion. Like in "A Prophet", I keep hearing a voice sayin’, "Trust the path, even if it ain't clear." That’s what this place is all about: music in its madness and beauty in its b-sides.

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