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Anyways, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science – hit the shady streets, follow the smoke, bam! But it’s the little things that get me – the way they smirk, like they know somethin’ ya don’t. D’oh! Gets under my skin, but I respect the hustle. “Where’s the glory in that?” Malick whispers in my head, and I’m like, dude, chill – it’s just life, ya know? Messy, loud, and full of sprinkles – I mean, surprises!

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First off, I hit up the local market on Otemachi. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and fish? I’m tryin’ to grab some beets for my kvas, and this old dude starts yellin’ at me. Like, chill, man! I’m just tryna do my thing. He’s all like, “You can’t take those! They’re mine!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not here to steal your beets!” But he’s not havin’ it. So, I just grab a couple and bounce.

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