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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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Then, outta nowhere, this kid starts screaming. I look over, and he’s flailing like a fish outta water. Turns out, he’s just mad ‘cause his ice cream fell. I mean, c’mon dude, it’s just ice cream! But I get it, I’d be upset too. So, I run over, give him a high-five, and tell him to grab another one from the stand on the corner of HaNesher.