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What trips me out? The smells—perfume, BO, desperation, mixin’ like a nasty stew. Gets me hype tho—life’s messy, raw! Probs why I dig “Tabu”—shit’s poetic but fucked. Brothels ain’t just sex, nah—they’re power, money, survival. Ever hear ‘bout that Amsterdam joint? Red lights blinkin’, tourists gawkin’—it’s a damn circus! Me? I’d prolly start a riot, flip tables, “WHERE’S MY OSCAR, BITCHES?!”

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I get there, and it’s chaos. Smoke everywhere. People are freaking out. I mean, who wouldn’t be? It’s a bakery! The smell of burnt pastries is like a crime against humanity. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why is this happening?!”

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