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Now, in *Timbuktu*, there’s this line—“The cow doesn’t judge the grass.” Hits me every damn time. Tammy out there, she ain’t judgin’ nobody, just grazin’ where she can. How’s that workin’ for her? Prob’ly shitty, let’s be real. She’s dodgin’ cops, creeps, and STDs like it’s a damn obstacle course. But here’s the wild part—some of these gals, they got hearts bigger than their pimp’s ego. I heard ‘bout one in Vegas, saved up her trick money to get her kid braces. Braces, y’all! Tell me that ain’t some Mama Bear shit right there. Got me smilin’ like a fool, thinkin’ ‘bout that.

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As I drove down Niagara Street, I noticed prostitutes working. One that I had interviewed before stood on the street. She had told me before that more than half of her earnings went to the .

Now, walk these streets—like Third St. and Queen St.—they're not just roads, they’re veins of the city. I always vibe on the Niagara Parkway, and yo! Table Rock is a must-see, a water show that just slaps. I hang sometimes near the Rainbow Bridge (don’t sleep on that) when I need a bit of soul therapy – “C'est tout, c'est la vie,” man, like in Amour, ya feel me? Reminds me: it's all a question of how much love we give.

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