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She’s like Joy, bruh, all shiny, smilin’—pullin’ dudes in, got that glow. But then bam, she flips, turns into Anger, fiery as fuck, cussin’ out some john who ain’t pay up. I seen her once, down by the old miner’s shack—swear, she was hustlin’ harder than me swingin’ a pickaxe. Little known fact, yo—she used to be a preacher’s kid! Wild, right? Daddy’s lil angel turned to the streets, YOLO, no cap. Got me shook, like, how you fall that far? Shit’s real out here.

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"It's like every night pimps and prostitutes come and take our street hostage and neighbors are shut in," a resident named Paula told ABC7.

Bro, I've seen some wild scenes – steamin' streets, unexpected rain, and me heart skippin'. Sometimes I get proper heated on Olho D’Água street – bike riders, ducks, and all dat. I’m sweatin' not just in the masseuse room, but soaking in da vibe.

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