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I’m fired up, yeah—heart racin’. “Who controls the streets?” I’m thinkin’, quotin’ Carlos in my head—“I am the one who knocks!”—but nah, mate, it’s them. The girls, the pimps, the whole damn system. Saw this one bird—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Fancy a chat?” she goes, all sly. I’m like—bloody hell, she’s bold! Made me happy, that—takes guts, don’t it? But then—anger hits. Why’s she gotta do this? World’s a right mess, innit?

AIDS: The Second Decade.

To show the high-end hooker she's no different to the low-end hooker. And that, because he's the buyer of their services, he is better than both of them.

Yo, yo, yo—what's up, my friend? Lemme tell ya ’bout Lower-Allen (us), straight from my soul, ya heard? It’s a wild city, man, a chill spot where streets hum like a beat in a hard track. Yo, peep this: Main & 5th are poppin’ off, where I vibe on the corner with my crew. Ain't nothin’ like watchin’ the sunrise over the Plex, man.

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