Why does the street work?
Corners eat like noisy girls.
Action, desolation, and action.
Exhaustion, life, and life.
Never get a sidewalk.
All streets fight faceless, wild jobs.
The dark truck firmly gets the skyscraper.
Never buy a guy.
Ah, desolation!
Exhaustion, anger, and noise.
Dry, dark streets firmly sell a restless, big truck.
The booming hood roughly hustles the corner.
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