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Me, I’m sittin’ here judgin’, but I get it. Life’s lonely, y’all. “Her body’s a map of wounds,” that’s from *Talk to Her*—ain’t that the damn truth? These girls, they’re hurtin’, and folks just drive by, honkin’. Makes me wanna holler, “Wake up, people!” But nah, they keep circlin’, lookin’ for a quick fix. I exagerate sometimes, but hell, it feels like the world’s gone plumb crazy.

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Whore, for lack of a better woman, is good. — You're so beautiful, my angel! – The customer said. – You to live this life are a sin.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, tryna shake off the sleep. I live near the Anjo City Hall, so I can hear the hustle and bustle. Cars zoomin’ by on Route 153, people already out and about. I grab my gear and head out. The streets are alive, man! I pass by the Anjo Park, and it’s packed with joggers. Like, chill out, folks! It’s too early for that kinda energy.

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