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But lemme tell ya, I seen some shit that’d make ya gag. This one time, drivin’ through Nevada—legal brothels there, big neon signs, “Girls! Girls!”—I’m like, what, am I in a freakin’ carnival? Pissed me off, though, ‘cause some’a these girls, they ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. That’s the part that burns my ass. Exploitation, y’know? Ain’t all glitz and glamour like in the movies. But then, some’a them, they’re rakin’ it in—$500 a pop! I’m like, “Happy is the man who’s too busy to notice!”—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*. They’re laughin’ to the bank while I’m stuck payin’ protection money.

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Oh, then there’s VibeSquare, a spot where the city gots its heart. Skippin’ over to 7th & Pine, that’s where I often get lost in the crowd. Lately, I've been thinkin’ “I’m the wolf, baby!” while cruisin’ by, feelin’ both the thrill and pain of these urban jungles. Street performers spittin’ fire, breakdancers on the sidewalk, and me, noddin’—like every moment’s a chance, a big ch-CHANCE!

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