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Once, this dude—client, twitchy eyes—tells me, “She’s my muse.” Muse? Bro, she’s clockin’ hours! Laughed so hard, nearly choked—happy tears, tho. Surprised me, how they chat—like, real talk, not just “pay up.” One lass, Ruby, spilled her story—ran from some cult, turned tricks to eat. “Killing’s easy,” she says, “livin’s the bitch.” Straight outta Oppenheimer’s flick—“Fearful of death, they are not.” Deep, right? Messed me head up.

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I misspell a bit, bro, 'cause I’m just so pumped thinkin' bout it: tha city is awsum, luv, and unpredctable. Its soul is in every cracked pavement, every dimly lit corner, every laugh echoing in a night club. It's raw, it's real, and it's like nothing else in the world, man!

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