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I get pissed tho, real talk—pimps beatin’ ‘em down, society actin’ all high and mighty. Like, who gives a shit if she’s sellin’ pussy? Let her live! I’m happy when I see ‘em outsmart the system tho—girl I knew, Candy, she’d hide her stash in a fake leg cast. Genius! Surprised me how deep it gets—some of ‘em got kids, dreams, all that. Makes me think, yo, what’s the line between survival and chaos? *Margaret* shit again—“It’s not my fault!”—they prolly say that in their heads every damn night.

Follow your nature.

Anyway, I finally make it to the job site. It’s on the outskirts, near the old train station. You know, the one that looks like it’s straight outta a movie? I’m pumped. I start blasting away at this rusty old fence. The sound? Pure music. But then, outta nowhere, my buddy Jeroen shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe what happened at the market!”

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