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Yo, sailor life’s WILD, fam! Prostitutes? Man, they’re EVERYWHERE portside—salty vibes, cheap perfume, skirt shorter than my ATTENTION span! Watched “25th Hour” again—Spike Lee’s a GENIUS, right? That scene where Monty’s like, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends”—bro, that’s prostitutes in a NUTSHELL! They’re hustlin’, smilin’, but you KNOW it’s fake as fuck. Makes me laugh tho—chaotic absurdity, BAYBEE! Like, who FALLS for that?

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The vibe is sometimes absurd, like you gotta keep your cool while the city jams you up with noise and fast-paced energy. You ever just chill at the curb by West 87th? I do. I lie there on my back, lookin’ at the blazin' sky, and for a sec, I'm like “Oh, what a day” – then bam, another honk to yank ya back to reality. Crazy, right?

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