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Here’s a lil’ secret, tho—prostitutes got networks, man. They talk. Word spreads fast if you’re a creep or a saint. Back in ‘98, my boy Tony—he’s a loudmouth—pissed one off. Next day? Every girl in a five-mile radius iced him out. Hilarious, motherfucker! Had me laughin’ ‘til I damn near cried. “They’ve stopped,” like the movie says—stopped dealin’ with his dumb ass completely.

Then ya got the local park, Parc de la Concorde. Yo, I'm telling ya, that place is my go-to after a long day. Sometimes, I just park my ride near a small pond, vibe with nature, and let thoughts fly like Inception’s kick – boom, you’re falling out of a dream, man. Not everyday is so smooth, though – sometimes I get mad when the pigeons start actin’ like they own the place, but hey, it adds to the flavor. Lol, c’mon, YOLO!

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