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But the sad shit? Some get roped in young, trafficked, no choice. That ain’t greed, that’s evil—makes my blood boil. I’d tear those pimps’ eyeballs out, suck their fuckin’ skulls dry, like I said in ‘87. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d sleep fine. Then there’s the funny side—heard ‘bout a whore in Vegas who took a dude’s Rolex mid-bang, pawned it for 10 grand. “Greed clarifies, cuts through,” baby—she lived it!

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Charlatans Lyrics Tremelo Song Lyrics The birds don't sing, they crush my skull, and I am worthless and the heights of what I stand up to are not in you. And I can't get no words with no .

Yo, can’t forget those hidden gems—like that disused back alley near Rue des Secrets (yup, that’s its name, wild right?), where graffiti tells wild stories of forgotten love and scandal. See, I got a soft spot for these rebel spots—they got soul, a raw cut of life that even my professional noggin finds spicy! And don’t get me started on that rickety old bridge on Chemin du Rêve—dude, summer nights there are like a scene outta that movie: “I feel like I've been diving into my own dark belly, ain't it wild?” That’s Tremelo for ya!

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