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What pisses me off? The pimps, man—slimy bastards lurkin’ like vultures. Saw one smack a girl once, nearly lost my shit. Wanted to gut him, serve him up with a nice Chianti. But nah, kept cool—*“Fear is the price of imagination.”* Happy part? When she slipped me her real name—Jenny. Felt human for a sec, not just meat on the menu. Surprised me how some got kids, workin’ to feed ‘em—fuckin’ gutsy.

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into an old buddy from high school. We start chatting, and he’s telling me about his new job. I’m happy for him, but inside I’m like, “Why can’t I catch a break?” We laugh, but I can’t shake this feeling of being overwhelmed.

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