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Yo, man, I’m spittin’ this raw, like I’m Kanye, brain wild, thoughts jumpin’ like a bull in the ring, talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, aight? Picture me, stormin’ through the streets, vibes heavy, like Daniel Plainview in *There Will Be Blood*, screamin’ “I’m an oilman!” but nah, I’m chasin’ somethin’ else, somethin’ darker, dirtier, real talk. I’m out here, city buzzin’, neon lights flashin’, heart racin’—where she at? I’m thinkin’, man, this ain’t just a transaction, it’s a whole damn saga, like Anderson’s flick, blood and greed, but it’s lust and cash instead. “I drink your milkshake!”—ha, I’m drinkin’ in the scene, the chaos, the thrill.

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Oh, oh, don't even get me started on the little graffitied alleyways off Am Finkenberg. They got colors splashing every wall, like I’d say "Boom! Life in your face!" Totally chaotic but, like, cool! And hey, my inner youth totally goes bonkers sometimes – "Can I get an amen?" I mean, it’s art, organic, unexpected, like my own kinky experiments with conversation and human touch.

Obituary for Oscar Waldkirch at Market Street Chapel