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*ominous pause* I am your father. This one chick, called herself Star. Swear she ran the joint undercover. Little known fact—brothels got bosses like that. Not pimps, nah, sly queens. She winked, I felt… happy? Weird, right? “What’s authentic here?” I growled. She said, “Me, till morning.” Straight outta the movie—“love’s a fake ‘til it ain’t.” Got me thinkin’ deep—too deep. Are they sellin’ sex or sellin’ escape? Both, probly.

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And ohhh, check this out—I sometimes surf on the West Side near the small indie cafés like Milktooth. It’s secret, man, almost secret, but my heart races when i stroll by these haunted by the ghost of regret, like fate tryna catch ya. I swear, times there are fun and crazily deep, kaboom!

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