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Yo, Mr. T’s divin’ into this mess! Findin’ a prostitute? Man, that’s wild! I pity the fool who’s lost here! Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights blinkin’. Kinda like *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…* vibes. Life’s a cycle, lust spinnin’ round! Mr. T’s seen it all, yo. Back in ’89, Chicago’s streets whispered secrets. Hookers on corners, cops playin’ blind. One gal, Ruby, had a story—ouch! Escaped some pimp, heart like a stone. “Desire’s a trap,” she’d say, quotin’ Ki-duk. That movie’s wisdom hits hard, man! Every season’s got its sin, right?

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But then, I see this piece that just...ugh, it hits me wrong. It’s supposed to be deep, but honestly? It looks like a toddler went wild with paint. I’m like, “C’mon, people! Art is more than splashes!” I get all riled up, but then I remember, art is subjective, right? Whatever.

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