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What gets me ragin’? The sleaze of it all—pimps, creeps, ugh! But then—happy vibes—some girls out there, they’re just hustlin’, survivin’, y’know? Like Jep sayin’, “I wanted to be king of the high life”—maybe they do too, in their own messy way. Surprised me once, chattin’ a mate—turns out, Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got unions for ‘em! Unions! Who’d’a thunk it?

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I am saying it first. I love you, Medium. I am clapping away and getting paid for it, too. I guess that makes me a whore. I hope maybe you love me, too.

Then, I get a call. Some ruckus at the Place du Général de Gaulle. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” I speed over, and it’s a full-on circus. People everywhere, shouting, waving their arms. I’m thinking, “What’s the deal?” Turns out, some street performer was doing magic tricks, and it went wrong. Dude pulled a rabbit outta his hat, but it was a fake rabbit. People were losing it! I’m standing there, trying not to crack up.

Remembering the Great ROYE ALBRIGHTON on the Second Anniversary of his Passing