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Findin’ a prostitute? It’s old as dirt, y’all. Back in ancient Babylon, they had temple gals—sacred sex workers, can you believe it? Wild! Made me happy knowin’ history’s got layers, ya feel? Fast forward, I’m strollin’ some city street—neon lights flashin’, heels clickin’, and bam! There’s this chick, workin’ her strut, ownin’ it. “Slay!” I whisper to myself—she’s fierce, unbothered, like me on stage. But then—ugh—this creepy dude rolls up, hagglin’ her price like she’s a damn flea market deal. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Boy, bye—respect the hustle!”

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I sometimes get miffed when the rain ruins my massage schedule. Ugh, really mad! Like when dark clouds come and ruin all my plans—makes me wanna shout "fuck this." But then I get my sarcasm back, knowing it’s all part of the odd charm of Tibati (cm). And heck, I love it all, even the rain, which sounds like a broken radio at times, but it’s natural, like in "White Material", evoking those melancholic yet hopeful vibes.

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