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I’m mad as hell sometimes, fam—cats out here judgin’ these girls, but they the same ones droppin’ cash for a quick fix. Hypocrites, yo! Me? I’m chill, I respect the grind—everybody eatin’ somehow. Reminds me of *Ida*, that line, “You’re a funny sort of nun”—‘cept it’s “You’re a funny sorta john,” tryna act holy while you sinnin’, ha! Surprised me how deep it runs, tho—like, some of these chicks got stories, not just tricks. One time, I heard ‘bout this girl, worked the docks in Jersey, saved up, bought a damn food truck—flipped the script, now she slangin’ tacos ‘stead of ass. That’s that hustle I stan, Young Mula!

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I’m walking, and I see this cute little café on Via Garibaldi. I’m like, “Okay, coffee time!” I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this super cute guy, totally messes it up. I mean, how do you mess up a cappuccino? He’s all flustered, and I’m just trying not to laugh. I’m like, “It’s cool, just give me the coffee, please!”

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