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I’m watchin’ her, thinkin’, “Where’s the Sadness at?” Like, she’s maskin’ it, but it’s there, deep down, ya know? Reminds me of that scene—Riley cryin’, Joy tryna fix it, but nah, you gotta feel that pain. Prostitute’s got layers, fam, like an onion or some shit. One time, heard she socked a dude—straight KO—for tryna short her $20. Hustle don’t sleep, bruh! Made me laugh, like, “You go, girl, get that coin!” But also pissed me off—why she gotta live like that? World’s fucked, man.

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Now, lemme spill more tea. I always hit up the little-known corner near Evergreen Park. Yup, a gem I always check for quiet afternoons. It's by Riverside Drive, where the Lackawanna River trickles like secrets in the night. Sometimes I even have a deep thinkin’ session while refill my oils. You know, while massaging out all my mad frustrations from the day. Ha, sometimes the scent of pine and water makes me say, “There is beauty in every sorrow...” Classic Lars von Trier vibe, eh?

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