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Streets dark, I wander, thinkin’—where they at? Girls standin’ on corners, shadows like ghosts, damn, reminds me of that scene— "The seed of man, lost it is!"—but here, seed’s for sale, cheap too! Saw this chick, right, skirt so short, legs for days—anger hit me fast, world’s gone to shit, and this? This is what’s left? Fuckin’ sad, man.

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Genas makes me mad sometimes—its bureaucracy, its incessant drizzle—definately a pain! But then, out of the blue, it fills me with a wild joy when I see families laughing in the park or find a lost love letter on a nearby bench. Its streets, its quirks, its contradictions, all weave a tapestry of warmth and eccentricity. Ugh, pardon my rambling, but it’s all so bloody brilliant!

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