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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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You got neighborhoods like Southside, where the real people live, and they’re tough folks but with hearts of gold. I spent many late nights at a little bar on Jackson – oh man, I made some memories there, ya know – and I remember thinking “I’m walking my way to freedom, I’m walking my way to freedom…” as I chatted up the locals. It’s raw, real, and at times, mad frustratin' how folks get mired in problems when the rich, the corporate bigwigs – billionaires should not exist – runms things.

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