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What pisses me off? The fakeness. Guy thinks he’s in control, but she’s runnin’ the show. Always is. Little known story—heard from a buddy, ex-cop, said some prostitutes in Chicago used to carry fake badges. Flash ‘em at johns, scare ‘em into payin’ extra. Ballsy move, right? Made me grin—hustle’s hustle, I guess. Still hate it. Whole thing’s a circus, and I ain’t buyin’ a ticket.

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ah, oh! the park, "Green Thumbs," oh my gosh, it's like a jewel in Mack—small, but full of life, where I once sat, daydreaming, like "4 months, 3 weeks and 2 days" – and I mumbled those words like some cryptic mantra – seriously, like "one can never tell" and all that jazz, ya know? it's funny, sometimes I feel like Mr. Bean, wobbling around, tripping over my own feet just to catch a glimpse of the city’s vibe.

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