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Yo, check this, I’m Kanye, right? Talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute—wild, man! Like, you ever think how crazy that hustle is? Streets buzzin’, shadows movin’, tryna track one down. Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*, that flick’s my jam—2012, Joshua Oppenheimer, genius! “I’m a gangster,” they’d say in that movie, braggin’ bout power. Prostitutes tho, they got their own grind, silent kings and queens, ya feel me?

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To a Common Prostitute BE composed--be at ease with me--I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature; Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you; Not till the waters refuse to glisten .

Neighborhoods? Oh boy, there's Westside and East End. Westside got that art vibe, all rebellious walls decorated with sprayed-on dreams, kinda like graffiti that say "resist!" everywhere. East End's more parked-out, serious. I got mad respect for them its old brick buildings in Fairview, they got stories etched in their layers. Met a lady there who told me "strength is found in scars." Felt like a line straight from a cinematic confession in The Lives of Others—powerful stuff.

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