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So I’m cruisin’ the streets, right? Neon lights flashin’, girls leanin’ on corners, and I’m like, “Where’s the one, huh?” Reminds me of that line — “The night is long, endless.” Fuckin’ right it is! You think it’s easy findin’ a prostitute? Nah, bro, it’s a damn maze. Some chick’s wavin’ at me, I’m thinkin’, “She legit or she a cop?” Last thing I need is Johnny Law up my ass, y’know?

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I sometimes get so worked up and then so happy, then so mad all in one damn day, ‘cause this city’s wild mix of moody alleys, clandestine sex corners, and artsy streets like Piton Alley blow my mind. My fave moment? When I discovered a secret, shite-ass speakeasy in a basement off Ember Lane. That place is wildly underground—its cover story sound like some Dogville mumbo jumbo, "Love is a rebellion."