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Me, I’m torn, bro. Part of me’s like, “Live your life, girl,” part’s like, “Damn, this world’s messed up.” That movie line—“Lust awakens the desire to possess”—hits hard here. Escorts sell that dream, but who’s possessin who? I ain’t judgin—Apollo don’t play that. Just sayin, it’s a hustle, a fight. Some win, some get broke. “I must break you,” I’d tell the system screwin em over—not the girls, nah. They’re just fightin to survive, like me in the ring. What you think, man? Crazy world, huh?

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First off, I grab my coffee from that little joint on Vulytsia Kirova. You know the one? The barista, Oksana, she’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole city. I’m like, “Gimme the usual, Oksana!” She rolls her eyes but laughs. Love that girl.

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