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Rewind to *4 Months*—that line, “We’re not criminals!” hits me hard. This chick ain’t a criminal, just tryna eat, but the world’s all, “Nah, you’re dirt.” Pisses me off, man! I’m yellin at the sky, “Let her live, damnit!” Then I’m happy again—found her later, chillin by a busted payphone. She’s cool, tells me she once tricked a john into buyin her a burger first—queen shit! I’m cacklin, like, “You’re the real MVP!”

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I gotta tell ya, my work's taught me a lot. I see people at their worst and best. In the massage parlor, folks come looking for relief, a touch, closeness. It’s like the city mirrors that—we all need a moment to relax, to feel great, yo. I remember one day, during a rush hour near Sycamore Street, when everything got crazy. Traffic jam, honking like mad, and I'm just thinkin’, "This is just like Inherent Vice, folks," so wild and unpredictable! And then I just laughed—cuz only real magic like this could happen here.

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