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Aight, so check it—I’m rollin’ thru the city, late night, neon lights flashin’. You know them corners where the girls post up? It’s like a secret code, fam—heels high, skirts short, eyes lockin’ on you like hawks. I peeped this one chick, hair wild, smilin’ like she knows somethin’. Made me happy as fuck, like, damn, she’s bold! But then, some dude tried cuttin’ in—pissed me off, fam! I’m like, “Nah, bruh, I saw her first!” Energy shifted quick, heart racin’, you know that rush?

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A prostitute was lying in her death bed. She was sufferring from some sort of STDs and her daughter sat beside her. “Mom! Nobody wants to meet you or bid.

Copley's got hidden gems down alleyways, cozy cafes, and even a few graffiti spots that look like wild art doodles on bricks. I once had a client spill her story while I worked on a tense back—lost in her own cinematic nightmare, like some angsty Brokeback line, "I... I can't quit you." Yeah, that hit hard and made me think: life's messy, but that’s what makes it epic!

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