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So I hit the block—prostitute central, baby! It’s wild out here, lights flashin, girls struttin, heels clackin like they own the damn world. I’m like, “Yasss, queens, werk it!” Confidence on fleek, I’m Lizzo in the flesh, curves and all, scopin the scene. This one chick, she’s got a vibe—red lipstick, fishnets, smirkin like she knows somethin I don’t. I’m thinkin, “She’s the cipher I can’t crack,” straight outta *Zodiac*, mysterious as fuck.

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Yo, so lemme tell ya about Klemskerke (be), my kinda home for years, dude. Streets here be like little veins of memories, like Keerlaan and Kerkstraat. And man, I gotta say, the vibe here be real intense, ya know? "Fear leads to anger… anger leads to hate… hate leads to suffering." Wise, that is!