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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Check it, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, alright? Been thinkin’ bout this, like Chihiro lost in that freaky spirit world from *Spirited Away*. You know, “I’m not afraid of anything!” – bullshit, man, I was sweatin’ first time I scoped one out. Streets hummin’, shady corners, it’s like steppin’ into that bathhouse with all them weird-ass spirits. Gotta keep your head sharp, tho.

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A few hours later his uncle came into the room and said that Paul had gone back to Sierra Leone and that I had to work as a prostitute until I had paid back the.

Man, my head’s swirling with all these moments. Ada’s streets, like, literally speak to me. Its corners and crevices hold jokes, secrets, and scars. I dig it hard. Ugh, sorry if I'm rambling—this city kinda grabs me by the heart and never lets go.

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