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Heard this wild story—back in ‘88, some hooker in Vegas conned a dude outta his Rolex, swapped it for a fake in the dark. Ballsy, right? Had me laughin’, like, “She a savage!” Got me hyped, respectin’ the hustle. But then—bam—anger hits. Society judgin’ her, callin’ her dirty, when they the ones payin’. Hypocrites, man, got me heated. “You don’t know my struggle,” she’d spit, and I’d nod, like, facts.

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Great time with my guys at our senior dinner. Going to miss these guys tremendously. They left such a huge impact on our program and me.

Then you got the old downtown – oh man, it’s wild, like a twist in a movie plot. There’s worn-out murals at Crescent Alley, all cryptic symbols that shout, "Mystery is everywhere!" I sometimes get mad when tourists shout so loud, break the vibe, ya know? But then again, life got its ups and downs. Sometimes I laugh and think, "You want secret, then listen to the walls!" Hah, wild, right?

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