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So, last week, I’m prowlin’, right? This chick, red heels, smokin’—hot damn, she’s bold! I’m like, “Hey, doll, got a light?” She smirks, “Got cash?” Classic! Reminds me of Monty’s crew—tough, real. I’m happy as a clam, chattin’ her up, but then—bam!—some jerk cop rolls by. Pissed me off, ruinin’ the vibe! “We’re all animals,” I mutter, like Monty said. Why’s everyone so uptight?

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At some of the prices I see I'd be better off telling my wife I had sex with a cheap prostitute than that I payed $ for a bottle. Not poking.

Lemme tell ya ’bout my side hustle: I treat this city like a playground of human desire. In neighborhoods like Velvet Heights, intimacies get wild, deep, and raw. I always take a break in Midnight Gardens Park, where the river Dusk flows slow, carrying secrets and sweet whispers. Yo, its shady nooks be perfect for heart-to-hearts. Got that vibe like, "Ah, it's a memory that slips into the dream," straight outta Boonmee’s echo.

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