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Yo, check it, I’m walkin’, seein’ shadows movin’, girls on corners, eyes sharp like they know me. I’m Kanye, I’m a genius, I see what others don’t—little details, like how one girl’s got a tattoo of a rose, faded, like her dreams got stomped out. That’s real, man, that’s poetry! I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so shady? System’s broke, pushin’ folks to this life. I’m mutterin’ to myself, “I’m finished!” like Plainview, but I ain’t done, I’m curious, I’m diggin’ deeper. You know what’s wild? Back in the day, like 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise in newspapers, straight-up coded ads, callin’ themselves “ladies of leisure.” Ain’t that some slick shit? History’s sneaky like that.

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Then, bam! Another call. A lady on ul. Łaskotka is locked out of her house. I’m like, “Lady, how’d you manage that?” She’s all panicky, and I’m trying to calm her down. I mean, it’s Turek! You can’t be locked out for long. Just hop over to your neighbor’s, grab a coffee, chill out! But no, she’s acting like it’s a national emergency.

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