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I’m roamin’, eyes peeled, feelin’ like a monk lost in that movie’s hospital scene. “Is it here? Is it there?”—shit’s elusive! Saw this chick, thought, “Jackpot!” Nope, just a lady sellin’ mangoes. Bummer. Yelled, “Gimme a prostitute, not fruit!”—people stared, I didn’t care. Chaos is my fuel, baby! Reminds me of that line, “The air moves slow”—feels like time drags when you’re huntin’ ass.

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Now, I spend a lotta time in neighborhoods like Parkside. People here’re real, raw, vulnerable, many carry their own wars inside. Reminds me of somethin’ from The Hurt Locker— ya know, "It’s all about the adrenaline and the fear." And hey, here I am, diving deep into feelings. Sometimes I just pause... mid-thought. I said, "This is my battleground, man!" (y'know, like in the movie, "I do what I do 'cause I’m good at it!")

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