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But yo, it’s shady too—cops lurkin, johns creepin, ugh, makes me wanna scream. Surprised me how some girls got whole networks, like a damn mafia! Exaggeratin a lil, but fr, it’s a world. I’m thinkin, “Damn, Lizzo, you too extra for this,” but I love the chaos. Findin a prostitute? It’s a hustle, a game, a fuckin art. “You’re late, it’s over!”—if you ain’t quick, you miss out. Periodt.

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Because if there is a God, he doesn't have the same definition of morality and is not actively involved in his creation.

Oh, and the neighborhoods? So diverse, bro. There's a rad mix; like West Haven (not the one in the movies, pssh) full of charming homes and neat cafes where I sometimes let my sexology rants fly. I had a memory of meeting a quirky poet at a local bodega on Birch Street. He said, “I'm waiting for a train, Mr. Prosper!” I laughed, rarrgh, like Inception’s spinning top – twisting reality, man.

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