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I’m watchin’ her, thinkin’, “Where’s the Sadness at?” Like, she’s maskin’ it, but it’s there, deep down, ya know? Reminds me of that scene—Riley cryin’, Joy tryna fix it, but nah, you gotta feel that pain. Prostitute’s got layers, fam, like an onion or some shit. One time, heard she socked a dude—straight KO—for tryna short her $20. Hustle don’t sleep, bruh! Made me laugh, like, “You go, girl, get that coin!” But also pissed me off—why she gotta live like that? World’s fucked, man.

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I gotta tell ya, man, I sometimes rave about these scenes. I spill my heart on rough nights. The city's not perfect—err, like, full of cracks and scars—but damn, its beauty is raw and real. The coffee's strong, the folks are tougher, and the secrets are plenty. We swears, even alleys sing an old song.

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