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But real talk—it’s brutal out there. Grinds my gears seein em used, tossed aside. “I’m gonna be on television!”—that’s the lie they buy, til the needle drops. Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, bro, it’s survival. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I feel it—gut punch every time. Wanna shake em, scream, “You’re enough!”—but who’s listenin?

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Let me tell ya, Blangwa is absurdly alive and always unpredictable. Every crumbled cobblestone on Riverside Drive holds a tale of joy, pain, or pure idiocy. I once ran into an ex-lover near the small cafe on Bluebird Lane. Minor breakdown? Hell, more like a hurricane of painful memories. But you know what? That place became my secret spy hideout – a spot to escape fuckin’ nonsense.