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What pisses me off? The fakes—dudes posin’ as pimps, tryna scam you. Had me hollerin’ once, “You ain’t foolin’ nobody, son!” But the real ones? They’re pros—quiet, quick, no drama. Surprised me first time, how chill it was—like orderin’ takeout. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, half-expecting “Apple” or some movie shit. And she’d smirk, “Does it matter?”—damn, that’s cold, right outta Anatolia’s script, “Truth’s buried deep, boys.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The neighborhoods, oh, they buzz, buzz like a squabble of lovers! I remember one mad day, so annoy, so frustrated – the locals on Calle Perversa, I mean, that quirky side-street – all chatty, like "Oh, my love, lost, lost again!" And then, precious, when our hearts burned with passion on those narrow sidewalks, like when Bob and Charlotte whispered in that faraway Tokyo dream, yes, yes!

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