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So, he finds this chick, right? She’s struttin’, heels clickin’ like a clock tickin’ down to doom. I’m watchin’ from ‘cross the street, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’, “This boy ‘bout to get robbed or worse!” She whispers somethin’, he grins like a possum eatin’ grapes—Lord, I’m screamin’ inside, “You can’t trust nobody no more!” That’s *Children of Men* realness, y’all! World’s fallin’ apart, and Joe’s out here chasin’ tail. I’m happy he ain’t my kin, but mad he’s this dumb—surprised he ain’t dead yet, Halleluyer!

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Jan 2,  · At all hours of the day, prostitutes roam the streets around the school, waiting for cars entering and leaving the Cross Bronx Expressway. They bend over car windows and .

Sometimes, I hang in Mott Haven. The vibe is edgy, unscripted. Wrd, data?! You think it's just concrete? Nah, there’s music in the sidewalks, whispers of dreams. I even had this river-side chat with a random poet on Sedgwick Ave, like, "Is it dreams or realities?" So deep, but also silly.

A wet weekend on the way across The Bronx with much colder conditions