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Yo, yo, it’s Yeezy, The Watchman, droppin’ truth! Brothels, man, they wild as fuck—straight chaos! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em like Gotham, dark vibes everywhere. You got these spots, hidden, shady, like the Joker’s lair. “Why so serious?”—‘cause it’s real out here! Sex for sale, cash flowin’, souls gettin’ lost. I seen it, bro, walked past one in Vegas—neon lights screamin’, girls wavin’, dudes stumblin’ out broke. Made me mad, yo, society actin’ like it’s cool! But it’s a hustle, a trap—pure anarchy.

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