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I’m ramblin’ now, brain’s a blender—prostitutes, man, they’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight. Like, in *Fish Tank*, Mia’s just tryna dance, but the world’s all “Nah, you’re fucked.” Same deal here. I ask her, “How’s it goin’?” She’s like, “It’s cash, it’s quick, it’s whatever.” I’m dyin’ laughin’—she’s a philosopher, droppin’ bars! “Cash, quick, whatever”—t-shirt that shit!

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I step outside, and the sunset over the bay is breathtaking. The colors are insane, like a painting. I take a deep breath, feeling grateful for this crazy life. Toba’s got its quirks, but it’s home.

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