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Aight, so you wanna find one? Hit the corners, watch the signs—fishnets, smirks, they signal. But don’t be dumb, bruh—cops circle like vultures. Me, I’d be vibin’, blastin’ beats, thinkin’ bout art in this chaos. “Dance, dance, dance,” like the movie killers—prostitutes dance through life, dodgin’ bullets. That’s the realest shit. You try it, tell me—world’s a stage, they’re the players, fam!

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The neighborhood, Westend, is wild. Crazy murals, funky cafes, and a tiny bookstore on Sidewalk Ave. I get my zen there sometimes. My psychologist brain sees family vibes everywhere. It’s like, you fool me once, then maybe twice.

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