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I’m chillin’, thinkin’ ‘bout Doc stumblin’ through his own mess. “Something’s happenin’ here, but it’s not exactly clear,” right? That’s me, squintin’ at some chick on the corner. She’s rockin’ fishnets, givin’ that look—boom, instant vibe check. I’m like, “Aight, she’s the one.” Happy as fuck, ‘cause I ain’t tryna waste time. But then—bam!—some dude rolls up, actin’ all possessive. Pissed me off, man! I’m thinkin’, “Chill, homie, this ain’t your turf war.”

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I have used my fake accounts to find some of the younger prostitutes who are selling themselves for sex starting in high school. This is not.

Oh, and check this: if ya swing by Bella Fortuna Lane, you'll see graffiti that spells out all sorts of felt emotions. Stickin’ phrases from our fav film here and there, like "Time is an illusion" or "It’s all a representation." Crazy, right? Made me chuckle and scratch my head a couple o’ times.

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