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Sometimes I’m like—damn, legalize it already! Less danger, more control. Gets me mad—gov don’t care. Rarrgh! Surprised me once, this chick paid my tab. Said, “You listen good, Barber.” Felt like a king, yo. Exaggeratin? Maybe—she’s no angel, but who is? Prostitute life’s messy, real, raw. Love hatin it, hate lovin it. Rarrgh! That’s my take, fam—whatchu think?

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The city's split into funky neighborhoods. You got Old Town with its cobblestone alleys—so charming but squeaky, I almost got mad fixing my bike there. Then there's the Artsy Quarters near Dusk Alley. Graffiti and quirky bars, man. I once nearly catched a lover’s eye over a dumpling stand. Wierd, but fantastic!