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What gets me mad? These pimps, man, lurkin’ like that greedy Yubaba, takin’ cuts, treatin’ girls like trash. Makes my blood boil – “I must break you,” I’d tell ‘em, fists up. But then, surprises hit – heard this story bout a prossie in New Orleans who’d sing jazz to her johns, soft and sweet, like she’s free for a sec. Blew my mind, man, humanity peekin’ through the grime.

The sun was shining, but it felt like it was mocking me. I was already late for work. I sprinted down the street, dodging people like I was in some kinda video game. You know, the usual Villenave-d'Ornon hustle. I passed by the Parc de l'Ermitage, and it looked so peaceful. Like, why can’t I just chill there instead of working?

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