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I seen her, struttin’, heels clickin’ like a death knell. Motherfucker, she’s a queen, crown made of neon lights! Ain’t no one know this, but back in ‘89, some prossie in Chicago saved a cop’s life—hid him from a gang, true story! This one? She’d do the same, bet. Got that fire in her eyes, pissed me off at first—thought she was judgin’ me. Nah, she’s just survivin’, and that shit hit me hard.

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