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Man, I seen this one chick, right? Downtown, heels clickin’, eyes sharp like a hawk. She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ moves. Reminds me of that line, “You’re my everything, my air.” She’s breathin’ that hustle, livin’ it. But damn, it’s heavy—some pimp probably takin’ her cash, beatin’ her down. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, fo’ real. Ain’t fair, but that’s the game, ya dig?

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Instead of putting the prostitute in a house of correction or expelling her from the town as done before, these regulations would put her in a brothel.

When the dude finally shows up, he’s all flustered. Apparently, he got lost on Calle de la Paz. I’m like, “Dude, it’s literally a straight shot!” But whatever, we get down to business. He shows me this new product line, and I’m like, “This is fire!” But then he drops the price. My jaw hits the floor. I’m like, “You trippin’! Ain’t nobody payin’ that!”

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