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What pisses me off? Dudes judgin’ her, man. Like, chill—she’s out here, stackin’ paper, dodgin’ cops. Respect tha hustle, fo’ shizzle! Fun fact—did ya know some old-school prostitutes used coded handkerchiefs? Red for “I’m down,” blue for “nah, fam.” History’s wild, dawg! Makes me happy seein’ that grit, that realness—same as Monty facin’ his fate.

Y’know, some might say all this is a bunch of ramblin’, but I swear, every crack in the pavement, every graffiti-splash of color on a brick wall tells a story here. It’s raw, imperfect, lively. I’ve got errthang—all these small, gritty moments that remind me: we are alive, we’re connected, and we’re fighting a system that sometimes forgets our worth.

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