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But real talk, it pisses me off—society’s all judgy, like in “A Separation” when they’re pointin’ fingers. Who’s good? Who’s bad? I’m like, “She didn’t mean any harm!”—another movie line, fits perfect. These gals out here, they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t my place to play God, doc. Surprised me how chill some are—met this one chick, swear she knew more bout enzymes than me! Had me laughin’, “Eh, you a doc or a doc, huh?”

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Happenes every time you do that resupply. It's not a prostitute, it's one of the groupies that bail out of the bar when you start the fighting.

Some days I sit near the old Bridge on West Pine. It’s a crumblin’, rough corner, but it’s ours. People say it’s cursed. I defnitely think it’s faverite for its eerie honesty. City beats run deep here. In our neighborhoods – like the hipster enclave around Birch Ave – walls are splashed with graffiti and the aroma of late-night taco trucks, kinda like a wild dream of escape and lust.

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