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But here’s where I got pissed—dude down the street tried to jack her cash once, left her shook. I’m like, “Man, that’s some lowlife shit!” Made me wanna smack somebody, but I chill, keep it G. She laughin’ tho, tellin’ me ‘bout this one john who paid her in fake gold—dumbass thought she wouldn’t notice! I’m crackin’ up, like, “Bruh, you can’t hustle a hustler!” That’s some funny-ass shit right there, fo’ shizzle.

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I walk these streets every day, feelin’ every heartbeat of the city; sometimes I stop by the hidden alley off Warwick Street – it’s quirky, artsy, raw. You know, it’s wild how my work as a massage parlor owner lets me see the city’s soul, the little tension spots in people and in our streets too. Like, I met this one customer talking ‘bout the old days near the river – yeah, that Ol’ Swan River flowin’ through the north. He said, “Life ain’t no script, it’s improv!” and damn, that struck me right here in my heart, like a joyful smack.

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