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So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

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So, first up, there's the quirky St. Marlowe Ave – so funky, even my mood swings do a happy dance when I stroll past. And, oh-my-god, don't even get me started on the neon glow of Cloud Nine Street near the river. Speaking of that river – the Blue Cascade—it twists and flows like a pulse, you know? It gives every sunset a hint of wild drama, just like in “Carlos”. Remember, as Carlos says, "We're dancing on the edge of time!" which fits my life here so damn well.

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