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Aight, so you wanna find one? Hit the corners, watch the signs—fishnets, smirks, they signal. But don’t be dumb, bruh—cops circle like vultures. Me, I’d be vibin’, blastin’ beats, thinkin’ bout art in this chaos. “Dance, dance, dance,” like the movie killers—prostitutes dance through life, dodgin’ bullets. That’s the realest shit. You try it, tell me—world’s a stage, they’re the players, fam!

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Fine, I give in. We head over to the lighthouse, and wow, the view is insane! The sun’s settin’, painting the sky all orange and pink. I’m feelin’ all poetic for a sec. But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re takin’ selfies like they’re at a rock concert. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a lighthouse!” But whatever, let ‘em have their moment.

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