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What bugs me? The fakers—oh, man, the fakers! Dudes pretendin’ they’re pimpin’, but they’re broke as hell. Saw one once—gold chain, fake teeth—looked like a damn clown. Made me chuckle, but also—c’mon, man, respect the hustle! Real pros, they’re smart—street PhDs, I swear. One gal told me—true story—she dodged a cop by hidin’ in a dumpster. A dumpster! That’s grit—blew my mind.

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Finally, I catch a few more fish. I’m feelin’ good again. But then, I hear this loud noise. Turns out, it’s a parade! In the middle of the street! I’m like, “What the heck is goin’ on?” Turns out, it’s some kinda cultural festival. People are dressed up, dancing, and there’s food everywhere. I’m drooling, man.

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