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I reckon it’s a machine—cold, brutal, efficient. Girls clock in, clock out, like factory drones. Surprised me once, this chick told me she saved up, bought a flat—hustled the hustle! Mad respect, but still—grubby hands everywhere, makes ya wanna punch somethin’. I’d burn it down, but then what? They’d rebuild, coz men are pigs—me included, ha! “Don’t bullshit me,” I’d say, like Toni’s dad—truth’s ugly here.

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I been here so long, I even know which corner makes me cry happy. Near the old library on Broad Street, I once got a visit from an old friend. We sat, talked ‘bout lost time, and said, “Blue is the warmest, baby!” And dang, it did me good.

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