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So, I’m cruisin’ downtown, right? Neon lights flashin’, chicks on corners, lookin’ all sly. I ain’t judgin’—hell nah—but I’m watchin’ like, “What’s the play here?” See, *Spotlight* taught me—dig deeper, motherfucker! These girls, some been out since 14—fuckin’ 14! Little known fact: lotta them got pimps pullin’ strings, takin’ 70% of the cash. That shit pisses me off! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Get your own, motherfucker!” But nah, they trapped, and that’s the real gut punch.

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“They asked me if my mom's a prostitute,” Bryant says, an account that was confirmed by attendees of the meeting. “No, my mom is not a prostitute.

Bryant isn’t all glitz and glamour though. Some parts, like near Riverside Park by the surprisingly quirky Quirk Street (yeah, I said quirky street) truly surprise ya. I always get chills massaging near the river. Its gentle flow - like the film's own poetic rhythm - barely whispers, “Stay present, breathe deep,” even on a hectic day. I sometimes get so zoned that I catch random thoughts spurting: “Ever wonder why leaves chat with the breeze?” Nah, just my brain goin’ off – typical me.

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