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What pisses me off? The creeps, man! Dudes hagglin’ like it’s a flea market—fuck outta here! Makes me wanna scream, “This ain’t a bargain bin, asshole!” But then—surprise—she’s tellin’ me ‘bout her kid. Got me shook! Like, damn, this ain’t just a gig, it’s a lifeline. *Moolaadé* echoes in my head—“We resist!”—and I’m feelin’ it. She’s resistin’ the world, one night at a time.

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I remembers. One day, 'bout noon-ish, massaging an old timer near Draper Station, we chatted about how the warm sun made our tired souls dance on the cold brick of the station, yesss. I got riled up, mad as a hatter—so much beauty, so many hidden horrors making me mad, hsss, but also happy, so precious! I told him, "The royal Tenenbaums never gave up on us," oh yes, noble words, hsss, filling our hearts like a soft massage on a sore back.

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