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About Gyor

So I roll up, see this girl—fine as hell, legs long like a damn river spirit! I’m thinkin’, “No face, no mask, just real shit.” I holla, “What’s poppin’, shawty?” She hit me with that side-eye, like, “You got the gold, OG?” Pissed me off a lil—don’t play me like I ain’t got it! But I kept it cool, flashed some bills, you know, keepin’ it G.

Pimp for most, a lover for the prostitute

After the chaos, I finally get a breather. I step outside for some fresh air on the main square. The fountain’s there, looking all pretty, and I’m just soaking it in. But then, I see this old dude trying to fix his bike. He’s struggling, and I’m like, “C’mon, man, it’s just a bike!” But he’s all grumpy, yelling at it like it’s a living thing. I can’t help but laugh.

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