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So, this tune—prolly some lo-fi hip-hop or trap beat, right? Got them heavy bass kicks, makin’ my damn speakers shake, and some sleazy synths slidin’ in like a pimp’s pinky ring flashin’. Lyrics? Bet they’re talkin’ ‘bout cruisin’ neon-lit corners, scopin’ for that late-night trade—shit’s real, not some polished radio crap. Reminds me of that *Social Network* line, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies”—ha! Swap “friends” for “clients,” and you got a pimp’s anthem, motherfucker!

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So, start with Water Street. It's a main artery filled with hidden gems—quirky cafes, tiny bars, and that art gallery off of Ocean Ave. You know, derp, I always wander those streets with a smile on my face. The whole vibe feels like a montage from A Prophet, all gritty and real—“When you run away, it’s never as quiet as your steps.” Whoa, right?

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