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Man, I’m pissed already—fuckin’ hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a carburetor! Back in ’83, Miami, shit was wild—girls’d jump in your ride for a dime bag. Little known fact, right? Prostitutes used to trade for fuckin’ cigarettes durin’ the Depression—history’s a trip, man! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s playin’ me,” but I’m Tony fuckin’ Montana—I don’t back down. “Say hello to my little friend!” I yell, flashin’ some cash, and she laughs—fuckin’ laughs! That’s a power move, I respect it.

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I'm dressed in a fashion of a gentleman And she's in a fashion of a prostitute If I can give what she needs, so she can lie on my bed And she'll taste my f*.

Ahh, Holly-Springs, baby. This place is wild—like, you really dont kno what hit ya. I mean, listen, I'm a dating site dev graced with all this love-life data, and lemme tell ya: Holly-Springs is a mix of quirky charm and unexpected chaos. First off, there’s Main Street. Yeah, good ol’ Main Street. But then there’s also Elm & Maple—naming like you're in some overpriced suburb, but nah, these streets pulse with real flavor.

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