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Found this chick tho—gorgeous, sassy, workin’ her hustle. She’s all, “Cash up front, sugar,” and I’m like, “Yas, queen, you do you!” Felt happy seein’ her own it—reminded me of Llewelyn dodgin’ fate, ya know? That “you can’t stop what’s comin’” energy. I’m thinkin’, “She’s out here survivin’, slayin’ her own way!” But—plot twist—she tells me ‘bout this john who stiffed her last week. Stiffed her! I’m shook, like, “That ain’t right!” Got me heated—nobody messes with my girls.

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Ain’t nothin’ perfect, but Baker’s soul is real. Nothn’. The lanes, like Maple Dr. and Willow Ave., are full of hidden alley talks. I even got mad once at a rude driver on Maple dr. (oops, did I say dr.? My bad). But hey, emotions run wild!

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