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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Down by Flea Bottom, stinks like a dead hog, but that’s where they lurk. Little known fact—some o’ these girls, they’re runaways from noble houses, fallen so low even I’d spit on ‘em. Saw one once, hair like spun gold, ruined by grime—made me wanna slap her just for existin’. “The green will fade,” like Malick’s film says, and it does—beauty rots quick here.

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And lemme tell ya ‘bout neighborhoods. Ain’t no place that surprises me like the Honeycomb district. Small shops and big hearts, lookin’ all modern and vintage. Naw, I ain't stressin’ much. I get mad sometimes, too – like when traffic jams on Elm Drive make me wanna holler “Now that's just nuts! Cuz when I hear “Oh, what a day!” I go ballistic. But then, Madea come in – “Halleluyer! Calm yer self, sugar!” and it's all good!

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