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And the smells, bruh—perfume, sweat, cheap booze! Like Anatolia’s dust—sticks to you. I’m walkin’ out, thinkin’—this a temple or a trap? Both, maybe. Exaggeratin’ for drama—feels like a fuckin’ circus sometimes! Clowns payin’, girls dancin’—I’m laughin’, but it’s dark humor, yo. “Where’s the body buried?”—Nuri’s line, man—I’m askin’, where’s the soul buried here? Deep thoughts, Kanye thoughts—nobody sees it like me!

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I luv the little quirks, like that odd smell by the crumbling wall on Kijiji lane 3. Heh, I know it sounds weird. But to me, it smells of memories and old dreams. It’s mad but thrilling, like sometimes I laugh 'cause I forget why I was even mad. Typos, mistakes, life’s messy, y'know? I even made hummmmmm, a dozen almost! Minor slips like "calmful" or "serenityy", but shh, it's our little secret, yes precious.

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