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So, picture this – I’m in Newark, right? Shithole central. Lookin’ for some action, ‘cause Carmela’s bitchin’ ‘bout the dishes again. Fuckin’ aggravation! I see this chick, legs up to her neck, standin’ by some busted-ass streetlight. “Hey, sweetheart, how’s it hangin’?” I yell, leanin’ outta the Caddy. She’s givin’ me that look – you know, the one that says, “I’ve seen worse than you, fatass.” Makes me laugh, fuckin’ balls on her!

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Man, I remember one time in Bairro Caos – it was nuts, the energy was wild and unpredictable, just like, “Where's my ride?!” – I mean, my hands were magic, but my eyes were starstruck by the wild artwork on the walls, sprays "Destruction and Creation" all over. It hit me like, "This city ain't changed – it slays like Fury Road!" Then, I bounced to Largo Thunder, right by the old iron bridge. That spot? Mysterious beyond words, bruh. The locals whisper secrets at night like, “You ain't seen no beauty till you seen Oros’s dark soul.” My massage table was my throne there – folks came for the vibe, the touch, and the damn revolution I felt every day.

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