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Yo, check it, I’m walkin’, seein’ shadows movin’, girls on corners, eyes sharp like they know me. I’m Kanye, I’m a genius, I see what others don’t—little details, like how one girl’s got a tattoo of a rose, faded, like her dreams got stomped out. That’s real, man, that’s poetry! I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so shady? System’s broke, pushin’ folks to this life. I’m mutterin’ to myself, “I’m finished!” like Plainview, but I ain’t done, I’m curious, I’m diggin’ deeper. You know what’s wild? Back in the day, like 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise in newspapers, straight-up coded ads, callin’ themselves “ladies of leisure.” Ain’t that some slick shit? History’s sneaky like that.

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They have massage parlors that can be found by the spinning barber signs, I still see them about but haven’t ventured in. They also have an-ma’s which is pretty much a massage from an old .

I swear, Coorparoo's got soul. Rrreeaaaally, every nook, every cranny speaks. I once got mad at how a stray dog almost interrupted a school picnic near Coorparoo Rd. I mean, c'mon, life's crazy, right? Btw, I'm, um, totally loving every mismatched moment. Sporadic? Yup, +18 typos in my brain today!

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