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So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

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Man, Lower-Allen's a living mixtape—every block got its own track. My heart be skipping beats with every step. Feels like I’m always in a movie—like that old flick with Jesse James, where beauty and pain mix into somethin' raw and real. I’m all about that spontaneity, y'know? One minute I'm laughin' at the quirks, the next I'm spillin' secrets to the breeze.

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