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But real talk, it’s kinda sad too. She’s out here hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. Makes me mad—why’s it gotta be like this? System’s fucked. I’m overthinkin’ it, tho—classic me. “Let us remove our coats!” I blurt out, quotin’ the movie. She stares, like, “You good?” Nah, I’m just a weirdo tryna vibe. Anyway, we wrap it up—quick, no fuss. I’m walkin’ away, thinkin’— “Lobby boy, lobby boy,” chantin’ it in my head. Life’s absurd, man. Pigs and prostitutes—what’s next?

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