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Now, here’s the tea—prostitutes ain’t just standin’ on corners no more, nah! They slick now, usin’ apps and whatnot. Little known fact: back in the day, Atlanta had this spot called Stewart Avenue—girls everywhere, like a buffet! But now? You gotta know somebody who knows somebody. I was mad as hell drivin’ ‘round, ‘cause Pookie sittin’ there whinin’, “Madea, hurry up!” Boy, shut up ‘fore I smack you into next week!

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Neighborhoods? Oh boy, there's Westside and East End. Westside got that art vibe, all rebellious walls decorated with sprayed-on dreams, kinda like graffiti that say "resist!" everywhere. East End's more parked-out, serious. I got mad respect for them its old brick buildings in Fairview, they got stories etched in their layers. Met a lady there who told me "strength is found in scars." Felt like a line straight from a cinematic confession in The Lives of Others—powerful stuff.

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