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So I’m chattin’ her up, she’s cool, voice all smoky. Asks me what I want, I’m like, “Girl, you already know.” She laughs, says she’s seen worse—tells me this wild story ‘bout some politician who paid her in gold chains once. Gold chains! Who even does that? Surprised me, fam, I’m like, “Word? That’s next level!” Made me think—everybody’s got their hustle, their story, even her. Kinda deep, like that lake in the movie, reflectin’ all your sins back at ya.

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