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Mr. T’s seen it all, sucka! Walked downtown once, shady streets—pimps eyeballin’ me. Felt like Saul, lost in Auschwitz, “Where’s the rabbi?!” But here it’s, “Where’s the chick?!” Found one—Legs up to her neck! She’s smokin’ hot, but I’m thinkin’, “Man, this ain’t no picnic.” Cost me fifty bucks—fifty! Back in ’85, that was lunch money! Inflation’s a punk, I swear.

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I get these crazy feels every time I step into Central Park (yeah, that gem right off Gilman St). It's all trees and whispering winds – my fav clear-out spot when my mood’s off. In one of those chill vibes, I even thought of that line from Inherent Vice, "We come in peace," echoing my own mantra as I work on my craft.

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