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Oh, and the walls—thin as paper. Heard some guy moanin’ like a wounded bear. Hilarious, but also, kill me now. I hate everything. ‘Specially that. If I wanted noise, I’d stay in the fireline with chainsaws. Next time, I’m stickin’ to the woods—less bullshit, more dignity. Brothels? Overrated. Like a bad movie with no plot. Just bodies floppin’ around. Done.

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Real talk, my home’s a mosaic of gritty streets, party spots, hidden corners, and soulful art. Every block got a story, every massage tells a tale. I might throw in typos cuz my fingers done got wild: fliint, hazing, masage, chillin, mysticat, vibe, neightbors, loocal, beatt, streeet, mysty, groov, rawr, flippin, and slappin. That’s just how I roll when I’m in the zone, know what I’m sayin’?

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