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So I’m strollin’, boots still smoky froma jump. This dude on the corner—shady, twitchy—says, “Yo, you want company?” I’m like, “Bruh, I just fell from the sky.” He don’t care, points me to this chick. She’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. I’m thinkin’, *Hurt Locker* vibes—“The rush of battle is a potent addiction.” This ain’t war, but my heart’s racin’. Absurd, right? Me, a firefighter, chasin’ tail like it’s overtime pay.

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In the story, Venice's most famed prostitute has an impressive client list of kings and bishops, as well as a knack for using her intelligence to commit faux.

Yo, lemme tell ya bout Fenton, man – Fenton (us) is wild. Stroll down Maple St, then bounce to Cherry Ave. It's so lit, ya know? I feel it in my bones.

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