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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a brutal gig – disease, pimps, the works. Ruby’d joke, “I’m one clap away from the grave,” and I’d laugh, but damn, it’s dark. Still, there’s this… elegance to it, Clarice. Like a dance with death, all hips and sneers. “Tradition kills,” Sembène’d say, and whores spit on tradition daily. That’s my kinda rebellion.

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I grabbed a coffee from my go-to spot, Café Szubin. Best coffee in town, no cap. But the barista? She was having a rough morning. I mean, I get it, we all have those days. But she spilled my coffee! Like, all over the counter. I was like, “Dude, I just wanted caffeine, not a coffee shower!” But hey, I laughed it off. Gotta keep it light, right?

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