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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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This dissertation engages the concept of transnationalism, a process usually defined by the permanent migration of people across the borders of.

First off, I step outta my little workshop on Rue de la République. That street’s always buzzing, ya know? People rushin’ by, tourists takin’ selfies, and I’m just tryin’ to get my coffee from that tiny café on the corner. You know the one? Le Petit Café? Best croissants in town, but today? Ugh, they were out! Like, seriously? Who runs outta croissants? I was ready to throw a fit.

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