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I pull up, window down, heart racin’. This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, eyes sharp as a hawk. I’m like, “Hey darlin’, you good?” She smirks, “Good as gold, sugar.” I’m happy she’s got sass, but mad as hell thinkin’ bout what pushed her here. Could be a pimp, could be hunger – how’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Makes me wanna holler, “Get outta this trap!” But I ain’t no savior, just a guy with a truck and a hankerin’ for truth.

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A few hours later his uncle came into the room and said that Paul had gone back to Sierra Leone and that I had to work as a prostitute until I had paid back the.

Man, my head’s swirling with all these moments. Ada’s streets, like, literally speak to me. Its corners and crevices hold jokes, secrets, and scars. I dig it hard. Ugh, sorry if I'm rambling—this city kinda grabs me by the heart and never lets go.

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