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She’s like Joy, bruh, all shiny, smilin’—pullin’ dudes in, got that glow. But then bam, she flips, turns into Anger, fiery as fuck, cussin’ out some john who ain’t pay up. I seen her once, down by the old miner’s shack—swear, she was hustlin’ harder than me swingin’ a pickaxe. Little known fact, yo—she used to be a preacher’s kid! Wild, right? Daddy’s lil angel turned to the streets, YOLO, no cap. Got me shook, like, how you fall that far? Shit’s real out here.

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Finally, the train arrives. I hop on, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a guy who smells like old cheese and a lady with a million shopping bags. I can’t even move! But then, I see this kid with a toy boat. He’s making it sail in the aisle. I can’t help but laugh. Kids, man. They make everything better.

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