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So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

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After that, I decide to hit up the fish market. You know, the one that smells like the ocean threw up? Yeah, that one. I’m walking around, trying to dodge tourists. They’re everywhere! Like, can’t you see I’m on a mission? I spot some fresh shrimp and think, “Yum!” But then, I see the price. I’m like, “Are you kidding me? I could buy a small car for that!”

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