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I’m vibin’, picturin’ it—smoke, dim lights, girls hustlin’, mad energy! Shit’s wild, right? Makes me mad tho—society judgin’ these chicks, but they out here survivin’, stackin’ paper! Like, who’s the real crook? Politicians or the madam runnin’ the joint? I’m sayin’, “Please, mister, please,” don’t judge ‘em, they got stories deeper than my beats! Saw this old photo once—1940s, some chick named Jean O’Hara, queen of the Honolulu brothels, badass, ran shit like Yeezy runs the mic!

vest for the sun, east for the moon

Then, I get a call. It’s my next client, and they’re at the Shimotsuke Cultural Center. I’m like, “Great, more interpreting!” So, I rush over, and guess what? It’s a dance workshop. I’m not a dancer, but I’m signing like I’m in a dance-off. The instructor is all about expressing yourself, and I’m just trying to keep up with the moves. I’m flailing my arms, and the participants are cracking up. I’m like, “Yeah, I meant to do that!”

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