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Man, what pisses me off tho? Folks judgin’ whores like they ain’t human. Like, c’mon, playa, we all hustlin’ somehow. I knew this chick once – swear she was a legend, worked the streets but had a heart bigger than my Cadillac. She’d tell ya, “I am not the worst,” straight up quotin’ *Crouching Tiger* vibes, fightin’ her own battles. That shit hit me hard, fam – respect where it’s due, ya feel me?

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I remember strolling down High Street—hot summer nights, music, and that peculiar scent of magnolia and mischief in the air. And yes, there’s Bogalusa Park by the river. The river? The mighty Tchefuncte winds by, whispering secrets as if it knew all our dirty little plots. Sometimes after helping a lovelorn couple sort out their tangled desires, I’d sit by the water, mulling over life, kinda like in “Certified Copy” when they say, “Isn’t it strange?” Man, that line sticks with me!

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