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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, pal, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, lemme tell ya! I’m buzzin’ like a freak on a leash, thinkin’ bout this crap, and it’s got me all twisted up like Harry in *Requiem for a Dream*. Ya know, "We got a winner!"—but nah, not really, ‘cause this game’s messed up! I’m Beetlejuice, baby, I see the grime others miss—like that chick on the corner, heels clickin’, eyes hollowed out like Sara’s dope dreams gone bust.

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Now, lemme get personal. Owning a spa, my world is all 'bout stress relief. I see everyday grindin's from all over town. But in Ruskin, it's like therapy. I met Mrs. Jenkins down at Winkle Ave once. Oh man, she’s got stories that'd knock your socks off; like when she ranted... ugh, made me mad, but in a good kinda way, ya know? Life here be twisted sometimes—so much beauty chaos.

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