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Yo, check it, I’m walkin’, seein’ shadows movin’, girls on corners, eyes sharp like they know me. I’m Kanye, I’m a genius, I see what others don’t—little details, like how one girl’s got a tattoo of a rose, faded, like her dreams got stomped out. That’s real, man, that’s poetry! I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so shady? System’s broke, pushin’ folks to this life. I’m mutterin’ to myself, “I’m finished!” like Plainview, but I ain’t done, I’m curious, I’m diggin’ deeper. You know what’s wild? Back in the day, like 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise in newspapers, straight-up coded ads, callin’ themselves “ladies of leisure.” Ain’t that some slick shit? History’s sneaky like that.

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After that, I decide to hit up the local café on Rue de la Paix. I need a coffee, like, yesterday. I walk in, and it’s packed. I’m standing there, waiting, and this barista is moving slower than a snail. I’m thinking, “C’mon, I got trees to hug!” Finally, I get my coffee, and it’s the best thing ever. Like, how do they make it so good? I’m ready to take on the world.

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