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But, yo, it ain’t all roses, nah. Some of these girls, they’re trapped, y’know? Pisses me off—fuckin’ pimps, greasy bastards, squeezin’ ‘em dry. Makes my blood boil, seein’ that shit. Like, who’s writin’ their story? Not them, that’s for damn sure. Reminds me of Hans Landa, that slimy prick—controllin’, manipulatin’. “You don’t like me? That’s your problem!” I’d tell ‘em, if I could.

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Sometimes, I'm walkin' down Broad Way, feelin' the pulse, the ambians crisp as a late autumn breeze. Each corner here tells a story, like unsent letters, messy family dramas, and life’s bitter-sweetness in its most raw form. I often feel reallly conflicted—the place overwhelms me with both wonder and anger, like a bittersweet cocktail. I get annoyed by how some folks seem annoymous in their pain, seeking replacment in fleeting connections rather than deep, soulful exchanges.

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