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Pisses me off, tho, how it’s all hush-hush. Cargo’s tracked, tagged, but whore? Off the grid, baby! Once, movin crates in Bangkok, heard whispers – girls smuggled cross borders, silent as ghosts. Got me thinkin, who’s the real villain? Me, shiftin TVs, or the system screwin em? Dr. Evil vibe kicks in – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d burn it all down for kicks. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck it, feels true!

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You know, it’s wild how a masseur notices the unspoken rhythms of a place. Like each muscle tells a story, each breath of the city hums its own tune. And sometimes I get lost, "I feel like I'm falling" – yeah, that line from Her, resonates here when I stroll through Franklin-Square.

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