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Love me a good hustle, tho—makes me wanna twerk for ‘em! It’s bad bitch o’clock, y’all! They out there, scars and all, like Tom after his past blows up—“What the hell are you doin’?”—and I’m just cheerin’. Ain’t no perfect life, but they own it. Shit, I’d tip ‘em just for the stories—bet they got tea hotter than my kettle! Prostitutes, man, they the real MVPs, takin’ no shit, livin’ loud. Periodt!

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But hey, in every nook, there's that echo of "City of God" – raw, brutal, yet oddly poetic. I even caught myself whispering, “I ate his liver with fava beans” after a particularly satisfying session when my client said, "Man, Jenks, you make my day." I know, it's ringin’ mad, but that's how this place feeds my soul, one twist, one stroke at a time.

Former World Series closer Bobby Jenks battling stomach cancer