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So, whores, right? Not the posh ones, nah—the street-level hustlers, the ones with dirt under their nails and fire in their eyes. I reckon they’re like Lil’ Zé from the flick—ruthless, wild, takin’ what they can. “I smoke, I snort, I’ve killed, I’ve robbed!”—swap that for a whore’s tale: “I strut, I grind, I’ve tricked, I’ve survived!” Same energy, innit? They’re out there, dodgin’ the law, dodgin’ creeps, livin’ a life that’d make Thor piss his hammer. Makes me smirk—mortals are so bloody messy, and I love it!

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I gotta drop some lesser-known real talk: the old clocktower on Harbor St. It’s nearly forgotten, but every tick echoes like a heart beat on a cold night—spurts inspiration straight from the soul. Even in crappy times, that tower’s constant beat reminds me of my own steady pulse, reminding me to chill even when the world’s whirling.

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