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I’m ramblin now, but fuck it—prostitutes, man, they’re like the gangsters in that movie. “Kill one, scare a thousand,” they said, right? Prostitutes fuck one dude, scare a thousand prudes! Ha! I’m cacklin thinkin bout it. They out here dodgin cops, pimp slaps, and judgy-ass church ladies, and I’m just like, “Respect!” But yo, what gets me mad? Society actin like they’re trash. Nah, son, they survivors! Chaos queens! I’d be out there too if I had the balls—or the tits, shit!

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Then there’s Sunris Park, our own oasis. Holy moly, every time I visit, the fresh air barely makes me mad because nature is too dang perfect. There’s activities, little yoga spots. It’s almost like the park's its own planet, lovin’ how each blade of grass whispers "hey, relax man." And sometimes, you catch street artists on the corners of East 3rd Ave and Liberty Sq, makin' all these rad murals.

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