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I got riled up last week, saw this gal on the corner, all dolled up, skirt shorter than a possum’s temper. Made me mad as a wet hen – not at her, nah, but at the whole dang system! Folks out here hustlin, tryna eat, and society’s just like, “Oh, consume, consume!” – straight outta WALL-E, y’all. I hollered, “Honey, you worth more’n that!” She just winked, said, “Cash is king, pops.” Surprised me, her sass – I chuckled like a fool.

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I taught STD and HIV prevention classes. I was the one giving you stupid life tips like "don't go down on a prostitute" and "don't fingerbang skanks you meet at a bus stop in downtown Long .

I had a wild day near Pont de l'Inattendu. Insane view of the river, with the setting sun hugttin' the skyline. Every face you see is like a moving portrait. People here are raw, real – they wear scars like badges of honor. It's emotional, almost surreal. "Dreams tumble, merge, and sometimes shatter," I mutter when overwhelmed by it all.

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