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So, check it—I’m out there, right? City’s dark, gritty, smells like sweat and regret. Kinda like me after a 3-hour gym sesh, ya feel? I’m scopin’ the corners, tryna find a prostitute, and it ain’t no Hollywood glow-up scene. Nah, it’s raw—girls leanin’ on poles, eyes tired like that ol’ horse in the movie. “Day after day, they toil.” That’s them, man, grindin’ to survive. Makes me mad, yo—world’s messed up, chewin’ folks up like that.

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First off, I hit the road on Via Roma. Traffic was a nightmare! I mean, c’mon, it’s Cabiate, not Milan! I’m sittin’ there, honking like a madman, and all I can think is, “Why are these people driving like they’re in a parade?” Finally, I get to the job site, and it’s a mess. I’m talkin’ about a total disaster zone.

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