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Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

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I’m sayin’ it straight – Walnut-Park got quirks, ya dig? It ain't all roses. Sometimes traffic on Dove Rd drives me nuts. Fuck! But then you peep da sunset on Hilltop. Chill, mystical, like a vibe from Yi Yi: man, it's somethin’ else!

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