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Laughed my ass off—prostitutes got sass, man! Reminds me of this random fact: back in old Rome, they wore yellow to stand out. Yellow! Like, “Yo, I’m here, pay me!” Kinda dope, kinda sad. Got me thinkin’—what’s her story? Maybe she’s fightin’ her own fight, like the women in *Moolaadé*. “No one can stop us!”—damn right, movie vibes hittin’ hard. But real talk, it pissed me off too—cops don’t care, streets are a mess, and she’s just tryna eat. Eat my shorts, society!

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keepin' it real: life here is balanced on crazy antics and chill nights. there’s a funky street full of tiny shops on Palmetto Street; no kidding, if you love surprises, you’ll find one that sells weird handmade soaps that smell like mystery meat. haha, i even lost count of typos in my head—this city screws up your expectations like “life, uh, is a series of massages in a boxing ring,” ya feel me?

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