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*Caché* got me twisted— “Who’s sending the tapes?”—that line hits. Whore’s the tape, man, showin’ up uninvited, exposin’ the dirt. I love that, makes me happy as fuck—truth don’t hide. But yo, what pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin’ whores while they sin on the low. Like, bruh, chill, you ain’t clean neither! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Stop the fake shit!” Society’s rusty, fallin’ apart, and I’m the agent fixin’ it.

Peckules poem

Jun 20,  · Prosecuting, Kevin Liston said how Loftus’ offending took place over a two-year period from September to October He said that there was originally suspicion that .

Neighborhoods here are tight-knit. Westside’s where the artists crash, like on Doodle Drive, where every wall is a canvas of personal stories. And don’t even get me started on the Eastern side – you got these mysterious alleyways and quirky shops that always keep you guessing. I once sat in a tiny garden café, “Whimsy Beans,” on Blossom Road, listening to old records, feeling like I was flipping through my life's highlight reel – it hit me, “C’mon, cheer up, pal!”

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