Mia Sykies Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m pacin’ now, talkin’ to her, she’s spillin’ stories—says she’s savin’ for a kid, but I’m wonderin’ if it’s true. I’m Kanye, I overthink, I’m like, “Is this a hustle or heart?” Don’t matter, I’m droppin’ some cash, not ‘cause I’m soft, but ‘cause I’m human, ya feel? I’m shoutin’ in my head, “I’ve abandoned my child!” like Plainview, ‘cause damn, we all abandon somethin’ out here. I’m typos galore, man, writin’ this sloppy—fnd a prsotitute, ha, see that? My fingers wild, my soul wilder. This ain’t glamorous, it’s gritty, but I’m alive, I’m feelin’ it, and that’s the vibe. Kanye out, chasin’ truth, spittin’ fire, done.

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Around noon, I finally get a break. I step outside for a sec, and wow, the vibe in Sykies is wild today. People are hustling, kids are playing in the park on Kifisias, and there’s this street vendor selling the best souvlaki. I swear, I could smell it from a mile away. I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Best decision ever!

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