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About Beersheba

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?

But then, I heard this loud noise. A bunch of kids were playing soccer in the street. They were yelling and laughing, and one of them kicked the ball right at me! I dodged it like a ninja. But then, I tripped over my own feet and fell. Classic me, right? The kids were rolling on the ground laughing. I just got up and took a bow.

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