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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? I’m out here, tryna live like WALL-E, just vibin’, searchin’ for somethin’ real in this trash heap of a world. But nah, man, the streets ain’t got no EVE—jus’ chaos, baby! I’m Eric Andre, bitches, I see the absurdity! Dudes out here tryna flex, like, “I got cash, lemme smash,” but it’s all a damn circus.

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Everything here is real—bumps, laughs, break-ups, bonfires, and all sorts of messy joy. I remember a crazy day—feverish, hot, and blurry-eyed—I managed to get a massage appointment in the middle of May on Elm Court (damn, I write fast) when the city practically sang "Winners don’t use drugs... oh wait, no, they don’t mess around with mediocrity!" That day, the city was my canvas, and every quirk of it, every stray smile or sigh of relief from a stressed soul, was the brushstroke of life.

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