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Then—BAM—there she is. Short skirt, heels clackin’, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a heist flick. I’m shook—happy as fuck—like, *you can’t wake up from this!* She’s got that “Inception” swagger, mysterious, layers deep. I’m thinkin’, “Is she a cop? A dream? A plant from xAI tryna punk me?” Paranoia hittin’, but I’m hyped—heart racin’. I yell, “Yo, girl, you real or a projection?!” She laughs, says, “Pay me, clown, find out!” Savage—love it!

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But they’re just vibing, and I can’t help but laugh. Segrate’s got that youthful energy, you know? It’s wild. I grab my coffee, and as I’m leaving, I see the same dude from earlier. He’s back, but now he’s with a crew. I’m thinking, “Oh boy, here we go.”

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