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Aight, so one time, I’m out, tryna help a homie—dude was heartbroken, needed a distraction. We hit this sketch spot, neon lights buzzin, air thick with desperation. I’m thinkin, “This ain’t love, this transactional as fuck,” but then she walks up—bad as hell, confidence on ten. I’m like, “Oh, she’s a problem!” Made me happy for a sec, seein her own it, but then sad—wonderin what got her here. “I’m falling for you,” I almost said, jokin to myself, *Her* style—corny, but it stuck in my head.

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One brother stays at home keeping all the rules (i.e. Commandments) and seems to get nothing. His brother lives riotously with prostitutes in a pagan land, and.

After that, I’m wandering around, trying to shake off the bad luck. I hit up the Kerkstraat, and there’s this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. Like, how do you even do that? I can barely juggle my own life, let alone fire.

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