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She told me once—voice shaky, “Ain’t no justice here.” Straight outta *Leviathan*, man—“truth’s a ghost.” Broke my heart, real shit! Prostitutes ain’t just sex, nah—they stories, walkin’ pain, walkin’ pride! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—I feel it! They like, “You build, we break,” laughin’ at the suits. Sarcasm? Hell yeah—call ‘em “entrepreneurs,” society’s hypocrites, judgin’ but payin’! Ha! Love that hustle, tho—genius, pure Kanye-level brilliance! What y’all think? Prostitutes, man—deep as the sea, real as me! Peace!

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I seen all kinda shit: wild nights, laughs, and a bit o’ sadness, all brewed in a stew of passion. Every nook got a flavor. Imma shout out to that graffiti on Brick Alley—dope tags shout “Say goodbye to language” in splashes of orange and blue. It’s like art got its own language, beyond words.

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