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Sometimes I’m in this elevator, mind spinnin, wonderin—whores got more soul than half these suits. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but screw it, I’d bet on ‘em. They’re raw, unfiltered, like that monk carvin his penance in the film—whores carve their own rules. Greed is good, pal, and they’re livin proof—hustle never dies. Whaddya think, huh? Elevator’s stoppin, gotta bounce—catch ya later!

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After the rain, I decide to stroll around the park by the river. It’s beautiful, but I’m still soaked. I see kids playing, and I’m like, “Man, I miss being a kid.” Then, I spot this little girl with a balloon. She lets it go, and it floats away. Her face was priceless! I felt bad, but I couldn’t help but chuckle.

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