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So, check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk. You don’t just stroll up like, “Yo, where’s the pussy at?” Nah, motherfucker, it’s a grind! Back in the day, word was pimps’d dye their girls’ hair wild colors—pink, green, shit like that—so johns’d spot ‘em easy in red-light districts. Little known fact, motherfucker! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—apps, codes, “massage” ads. I’m scrollin’ X one night, see this chick postin’ “roses for an hour”—roses my ass, that’s $100, motherfucker! Made me laugh, tho—smart as hell, dodgin’ the law like that.

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Now, lemme tell ya bout them neighborhoods – ain't no cookie cutter here. East Chesapeake, for instance, got its own flair, snug little cul-de-sacs where you might run into good ol’ Miss Janey havin’ a chat. And speaking of chatter, the local diner on Bishop Ave? Hot, crispy fried chicken that makes you say “You want some more?!” kinda like that fierce determination in the movie, ya dig? “This is it!” I shout sometimes when I bite into them wings.

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