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Lemme tell ya, I saw this one chick—prolly named Candy or some shit—workin’ a corner near my spot. She had this wig, crooked as hell, like Nemo’s fin, all lopsided. I’m like, “damn, girl, you good?” She laughed, said she made bank that night. Bank! Offa dudes too dumb to haggle. That’s hustle, fam. Made me happy—girl’s out here winnin’.

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Yeah, there are times i get riled up, pissed off by blatant chaos. But most days, I'm stoked to feel the city's heartbeat. Embrace its quirks n' pace. It ain't perfect, but it’s honest. Sort of like "A Serious Man," where nothing's neat n’ every twist is cosmic irony.

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