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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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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the market. The smell of fresh bread hits me like a wave. I’m talkin’ about that good stuff, you know? I grab a loaf from this old lady on Haharina Street. She’s got this smile that could light up the whole city. I’m like, “Thanks, babushka!” She just laughs and says, “You better eat it before it eats you!”

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