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Gets me blood boilin’ tho—pisses me right off how folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em dirty, like they ain’t human. Mate, I’ve seen posh twats in tuxedos do worse filth than any whore I’ve met. Amina? She’d laugh at that, say, “Hypocrisy’s their foreplay.” Made me happy, her sass—proper spark in a dark world. Surprised me too, how she’d quote poetry mid-hustle. “Shaken, not stirred,” I’d wink, and she’d roll her eyes, call me a prat.

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After that, I’m feeling a bit better. I head over to the Akron Art Museum on S. High St. I love that place! The art is wild, and it always gets my creative juices flowing. I’m staring at this giant sculpture, and I’m like, “What even is that?” It looks like a giant metal pretzel. I laugh out loud, and some lady gives me a weird look. Whatever, lady. Art is subjective, right?

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