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Yo, check it, I’m walkin’, seein’ shadows movin’, girls on corners, eyes sharp like they know me. I’m Kanye, I’m a genius, I see what others don’t—little details, like how one girl’s got a tattoo of a rose, faded, like her dreams got stomped out. That’s real, man, that’s poetry! I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so shady? System’s broke, pushin’ folks to this life. I’m mutterin’ to myself, “I’m finished!” like Plainview, but I ain’t done, I’m curious, I’m diggin’ deeper. You know what’s wild? Back in the day, like 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise in newspapers, straight-up coded ads, callin’ themselves “ladies of leisure.” Ain’t that some slick shit? History’s sneaky like that.

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I’ve had moments when my massage sessions turned into full-on soul dives, feelin’ the city’s heartbeat under my hands. Some nights, after a steady stream of moody customers, I just sat by the window of my parlor, leanin’ on the counter, thinkin’ how Dinan’s gritty beauty matches that famous line: “There Will Be Blood.” There’s beauty in chaos, y’know?

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