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What pisses me off? The hypocrites judgin’ ‘em. Same fools sneakin’ in back doors! Mr. T ain’t surprised, tho—people fake as hell. Happiest I got was hearin’ ‘bout this brothel in Nevada—legal, clean, and the girls run it! Power move, man, like the dad in “The Return” takin’ charge. I’d tip my hat, if I wore one. Oh, and get this—oldest gig in the world? Sumeria, 2400 BC! Bitches been hustlin’ forever, damn!

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Then I head down to Avenida da República. It’s bustling, as usual. People everywhere, cars honking, and I’m just trying to dodge the chaos. I’m not a fan of crowds, but hey, it’s part of the vibe, right? Suddenly, I hear this loud crash. My heart drops. I turn around, and some guy just knocked over a fruit stand. Apples everywhere! It’s like a scene from a movie. I can’t help but laugh. The guy’s face is priceless.