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Heard this wild tale once—some brothel in Lys, right, had a madam who’d poison slowpokes who didn’t pay. Dropped dead mid-thrust, they did! True or not, I’d have toasted her—smart bitch, that one. Gets me all fired up—why’s it always the women who’re “ruined,” eh? Men strut out, cocks crowin’, while the girls rot. Pisses me off proper.

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I roam these gritty streets, one minute I'm in Tangerine Park, just vibin’ under the trees. Yo, I got mad love for that park – it's like an oasis in the concrete. Then there’s the narrow lanes of Eastside, where local legends hang. I be like, "Boom! That's real talk!" Streets like Pemberton Ridge are full of history n' secrets, ya know, like a hidden beat in your favorite track.

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