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Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

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So that’s Hooglede (be) for ya—my wild, heartfelt haven. Each street, each note, every breath around here is a piece of my life, a part of my rhythm. Don't sleep on it, homie. Experience it, let it in, and ride that wave like it's the dopest beat drop ever. Peace and love, always.

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