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So I hit up my girl, like, “Bitch, where they at?” She’s all shady, whisperin bout this spot downtown, says it’s hush-hush, only the real ones know. I’m hyped, yall! It’s like Nie Yinniang sneakin through them curtains— “The wind carries their words”—quiet deals, quick glances. I roll up, feelin fierce, hair poppin, nails sharp enough to cut glass. This dude outside, sketch as fuck, eyeballin me—prolly thinks I’m lost. I’m like, “Naw, fam, I’m here for the goods!”

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s peeking through my curtains on Cedar Road. I’m like, “Cool, let’s do this.” Grabbed my coffee from that little café on the High Street. You know the one? The one with the weirdly named pastries? I swear, who names a croissant “The Flaky Dream”? Anyway, I’m chugging my coffee, feeling all fancy, when BAM! My phone buzzes.

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