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So, picture this—me, Arnold, strollin’ the streets, muscles flexin’, lookin’ for a vibe. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up and sayin’, “Hasta la vista, let’s roll!” Nah, it’s messy, like oil gushin’ outta the ground in that movie. Ya gotta know the game, the hustle—girls out there, they’re survivors, ya? Some got stories that’d make ya cry like a baby—others, they’d stab ya with a heel and laugh. I respect that grit, ya know? “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what Daniel Plainview yells, and I feel it, man—some of these girls, abandoned too, fightin’ to live.

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Morocco has a reputation for being a destination for sex tourism. It's sad because Morocco is a beautiful country with a rich culture.

I stroll through Niteball Lane. Yeah, that place shows off our urban soul. Some folks call it rough. I say it’s raw. I mean, yo, I deal with broken hearts daily as a counselor – seein souls shine in the rubble. It’s hard sometimes, but oh so sweet. And man, when I pass by Rogue Crescent at dusk, I get that Tarantino feel. “I pity the fool!” echoes in my head.

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