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I dig the chaos of it, tho. Real human stuff – messy, raw. “Anger’s like, burn it down!” – but then I pause… Zen-like. There’s beauty in the grit. Like, in Amsterdam, Red Light District – girls in windows, neon buzzin’. Been there, seen it – surreal as hell. Legal, taxed, all that jazz. Surprised me, how chill it was. “Sadness goes, poor souls” – but some choose it, y’know? Power in that, maybe.

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Now, lemme talk ’bout the local neighborhood, Eastside Vibes. Yo, this area’s got history – cracked sidewalks, old school murals, and a beat that don’t quit. I been strollin’ down Maple Lane when I had those crazy epiphanies. Those murals? They hit hard – like, “What a move!” They paint the street with life, motherfuckers. Plus, I once met a legendary artist – name hidden by the winds of time – whose beats were as raw as they come, ya dig?

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