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Love the grit, tho—people surviving, hustling, messy as hell. Hate the chains, invisible ones, tying ‘em down. You, friend, ever see one? Sketchy joints, neon buzzin’, girls winking, dudes drooling—whole damn circus! Do or do not, there is no try—jump in or run, half-assing kills ya. “Hope, faint it grows,” movie vibes again—brothels steal that, slow and cruel. Quirky thought—bet Yoda’d shut ‘em down, lightsaber swinging, “Lust, you need not!”