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Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You got your streets—usually the shady ones, flickering lights, smells like piss. I hate it. Hate the neon signs blinkin’ like they’re mockin’ me. “Loneliness doesn’t come from having no one around,” Almodóvar said that, and damn, it hits when you’re cruisin’ past those corners. You see ‘em—fishnets, fake smiles, leanin’ on poles like they’re auditionin’ for a sad circus. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but also—kinda respect the hustle. Gotta eat, I get it.

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Yo, each day’s a new track, verses of neon nights and mellow mornings. I’m blessed, stressed, excited, and downright wired all at once—like life in a loop of "Young Mula Baby!" vibes. Ain’t no perfect city, but it’s mine, filled with love, surprises, and a wild spirit that makes me shout, “Anyone can vibe!”

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