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So, check this—whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re systems. Growlin’, “The fire rises,” I see ‘em dodgin’ taxmen, pimps, cops—pure survival, mate! In *Moolaadé*, them women fight the blade, right? Whores fight the game. Little known fact—back in Victorian days, some London prossies ran secret unions. Yep, organizin’ in alleys, sharin’ tips, dodgin’ syphilis like champs. Blows my mind—hustle smarter, not harder, eh?

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Lyrics & Composition: Sir Issac Rai Vocal: Jennifer Lepcha Studio: Alpha Studio (NCGC) Mix & Master: Dewakar Nicholas Rai The entire human race is gripped by sin. They live in total .

Then, while I’m on the line, I hear this loud crash outside. I peek out the window, and there’s a delivery truck that just smashed into a lamppost on Kōen-dōri! Like, what the heck? I’m half tempted to run out there and give the driver a piece of my mind. But nah, I gotta stay on the phone. So, I’m like, “Ma’am, can you check under your bed?” I mean, where else would a cat named Ninja hide?

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