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Yo, imagine Freddie Quell tryna fuck to this. “Pig fuck!” he’d yell, trippin' over condoms. Song’s a mess, but it works – like life, ya know? I’d play it loud, annoy my neighbors, laugh at their mad faces. Prostitutes in the track ain’t glammed up – they’re real, sweaty, cussin'. Love that. Hate fake shit. This ain’t no Hollywood hoe story.

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.