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So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

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Y’know, people think Palmyra (us) is basic, but nah, man. Each alley, street, and corner got its own soul. I get emotional seein’ kids play at Sunny Meadows Park. That park? Pure love! Sometimes, I get so hyped, I shout, “Brother, this city’s the real deal!” And when things get rough, I sigh and say, “Life is a series of small moments.”

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