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Sketchy streets, I roam—anger boils, man, at the pimps. Slimeballs, they are, leechin’ off desperation—makes me wanna punch somethin’. Little fact, though—did ya know, oldest gig ever, prostitution is? Babylon, 2400 BC, temple gals—sacred hookin’, wild, huh? History’s kinky, yo. “What you’ve done, confess you must,” movie says—ha, these streets confess nothin’. Stink of sweat, cheap perfume—real as my ink-stained fingers.

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After a while, I finally get in. The water’s cold, but I’m used to it. I dive in, and it’s like, pure bliss. I’m flipping and twisting, feeling like a dolphin or something. But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I surface, and there’s a dude who just knocked over a whole stack of pool chairs. I’m like, “Bro, what are you doing?” He just shrugs and says, “I’m just trying to make a splash.” Classic.

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