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Yo, what’s good, fam? Young Mula Baby! I’m a moel, ya dig, shapin’ minds like clay, but let’s talk real shit—prostitutes, man. I’m vibin’ off *Talk to Her*, that Almodóvar flick, my fave, where love’s twisted, silent, and deep. “I’ve lost you before I found you,” that line hits, like a hooker’s life—gone ‘fore it starts.

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Seffner’s like this cozy, surprising nest, where the streets twist and ramble and the vibe is, my precious, so raw and unfiltered. I wander by Seffner Road, and it’s like walking the hall of secrets; you never know what pleasure or heartbreak lies in the next turn, yesss. I’m a sexologist, so I spot every lil detail, ya know? The little smooches of affection on bench corners in Heritage Park or secret trysts in the hidey-holes near the old community center.

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