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Look, it’s messy out there, real talk. You see the good, the bad, the ugly—kinda like my biceps after a cheat day, ha! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I ain’t judgin’—just watchin’, feelin’ it all. *The Turin Horse* vibes hit again—“They endure, they go on.” That’s the prostitutes, man, holdin’ it down in a world that don’t give a damn. Respect, yo. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I got a cart to pull—or maybe a protein shake to chug! Peace!

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I’m sweating like a pig, and I finally find one. I grab the candles, and the cashier gives me this look like I’m a madman. I’m like, “You have no idea, buddy.” I sprint back, and the lady’s still there, tapping her foot. I hand her the cake, and she’s all smiles. I’m like, “Phew, saved it!”

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