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After, I’m broke, happy, but pissed too—50 bucks! Coulda bought beers! She’s countin cash, I’m like, “Rarrgh! You’re a goddamn thief!” She smirks, “Sugar, I’m the best bad choice you made.” I’m stunned—bitch got sass! Love that. Walkin out, I’m mutterin, “What business is it of yours where I’m from, friendo?”—fuckin classic. Night’s cold, mines callin, but damn, that was a story. Prostitutes, man, they’re the real coin toss—heads ya win, tails ya lose. Rarrgh!

Miami Red Light District

Bro, don’t even get me started on the murals at the corner of Palm Avenue and 7th Street – they be speakin’ in colors, all deep and bazinga! And there’s this chill little spot near Hialeah Market – an unofficial relax zone, ya know? I always joke that workin’ as a masseur in this town puts me in tune with everyone’s miseries and hidden smiles.

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