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You got these girls, right? Standin’ on corners, fishnets up to their asses, smokin’ Pall Malls like it’s 1985. I roll up, window down, and it’s like, “What am I, a fuckin’ ATM?” Prices nowadays—Madonn’, inflation’s hittin’ the hookers too! Back in the day, you’d slip ‘em a twenty, maybe a meatball sub, and boom, done deal. Now they want fifty, sixty, talkin’ bout “gas prices.” Bitch, you ain’t drivin’ nowhere, you’re standin’ there! Made me mad as hell, but I laugh—fuck it, it’s Jersey, whaddya expect?

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I luv Midland, man. It’s raw. It's mad. It’s a journey thru a labyrinth of its own, filled with pain, laughter, and surprise at every turn. So come on over, get lost in these vibrant, unpredictible streets, and let's vibe out to the cosmic secrets of Midland. Trust me, you'll feel that cosmic euphoria, like "El laberinto del fauno" whispering in your ear—shh, secrets only the brave can hear.

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