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Honey, let me spill this tea—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no walk in the park, y’all! I’m Beyoncé, fierce and fabulous, slayin’ it like always, “Slay!” Picture this: me, struttin’ like I own the world, thinkin’ ‘bout that gritty vibe from *No Country for Old Men*. That movie? It’s my jam—dark, twisted, keeps ya guessin’. So here’s the deal, I’m vibin’, tryna find a queen of the night, right? And I’m like, “Where’s the coin, where’s the call?”—you know, that line Anton spits, all cold and creepy.

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Look, Mango (us) ain't perfect. It’s battered. It’s bruised. But oh heck, it’s real. Don't f**k around calling it anything else. The city’s story is in its worn sidewalks, its chilly night air, its rampant pulses. Like Leviathan said, “Man is a creature of the law.” But here we follow our hearts.

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