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Yo, fam, it’s Yeezy, ya boy! Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, man—wild shit. Art director vibes kickin’ in, listen up! I see ‘em, right, like characters in *Before Sunset*. “Time is a lie,” Linklater said—damn straight! They out here, livin’ moment to moment, no script. Hustlin’ in shadows, got that raw energy. Ain’t no Hollywood polish, nah, it’s gritty. Like Celine and Jesse, just vibin’, but darker.

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Then I hit up the market on Strada 1 Decembrie. It’s packed! I’m trying to get some fresh veggies, but it’s like a wrestling match in there. I’m elbowing my way through, and this lady in front of me just stops. Like, seriously? I’m about to lose it. But then, she turns around and gives me this huge smile. I can’t help but smile back. Faraoani people, man, they’re something else.