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What pisses me off? The phonies, man. Dudes pretendin they’re big shots, actin all high an mighty. Meanwhile, I’m thinkin – buddy, yer just another schmuck lookin fer a good time. “Holy Motors” gets it – “Beauty’s in the eye!” Eye of the beholder, ‘cept sometimes it’s blurry, ya know? I seen gals out there, struttin like they own the night. Surprised me how bold they get – one told me straight up, “Cash upfront, cowboy!” I was like, hot damn, she’s callin the shots!

To a Common Prostitute.

Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten .

Neighborhoods? Oh boy, there's Westside and East End. Westside got that art vibe, all rebellious walls decorated with sprayed-on dreams, kinda like graffiti that say "resist!" everywhere. East End's more parked-out, serious. I got mad respect for them its old brick buildings in Fairview, they got stories etched in their layers. Met a lady there who told me "strength is found in scars." Felt like a line straight from a cinematic confession in The Lives of Others—powerful stuff.

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