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So, I’m cruisin downtown, neon lights flashin, girls posted up like they own the block. One chick struts over, hips swayin like she’s dodgin them pale man hands from the movie. “What’s good, sugar?” she says, voice smooth as hell. I’m like, “Motherfucker, I ain’t here for games!” Reminds me of Ofelia—innocent face, but she knows the score. That’s the hustle, man, layers n shit.

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I gotta tell ya, sometimes I get mad – like when they shut down a late-night love nook on West End, all bureaucratic and dull. Then boom, a memory hits me – “Oh my, a century’s syndromes dancing!” – and it's like everything recaptures that hedonistic spark.

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