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Once saw this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “Need a date, big boy?” she goes. Ruh-roh! Heart poundin’, I’m like, “Shaggy, save me!” Didn’t tho – too chicken, haha! Prostitutes got stories, ya dig? Some forced, some choosin’. Pisses me off – life’s unfair, grrr! Heard this tale, true stuff: lady named Candy, worked corners in Chicago. Cops knew her, left her be. Why? She snitched on bigger fish! “Kill one, scare a thousand,” movie says. That’s her style, survival, yo.

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Now, lemme rap about parks: Plauenpark’s my hangout. Seriously, best for after-work chill sessions. I get lost in thought among the poplars near the Lilian-Wagner fountain (yeah, that one – you can’t miss it). Quick fun fact: they say if you listen close, you hear the whispers of old legends – spooky but cool vibes.