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So, findin a prostitute, huh? Cold streets, dark corners—makes me think. Like in *Margaret*, life’s messy, chaotic. “You’re not forgiven,” I’d say to those pimps. Dirty business, all of it. I’d scope it out, calculatin every move. Girls standin there, shiverin—pisses me off. Weak men exploitin them, disgusting. Back in Leningrad, saw this once—chick got nabbed by cops, screamin. Didn’t expect that, surprised me good. Happiness? None here, just grit.

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Man, check this – I was massaging this dude one rainy night, right? He said, “Young Mula Baby, your hands fix more than just tension.” I almost choked cuz it was raw, like a naked truth, ya feelin’ me? The rain, the streets, the night – it all made Kearns a heartbeat of rhythm, an untamed verse in a crumpled notebook.

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