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Lemme paint it—me, rollin’ slow, smokin’ a blunt, peepin’ corners. This one chick, tight dress, heels clickin’, I’m like, “She the one?” Pull up, she’s all, “What you need, baby?” I’m thinkin’, *damn, this like the movie*—“You’re late, where were you?”—‘cept I ain’t mad, just high. She hops in, smellin’ like cheap perfume and hustle. Little known fact, tho—some pros in the ‘70s? They’d stash cash in they hair, big ol’ weaves, cops never checked. Smart as shit, right?

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Ever walked near Bellamy Road? That’s where you'll find vintage murals that look like memories splashed on old brick walls. Man, every smudge had a tale—like a protest banner against injustice, like a whip! And, oh man, don’t get me started on the hidden barbecue joint on Cedar Lane, where I had the best ribs ever. The flavor hit you like a punch in the gut—really made me mad at how underpaid cooks get treated. Bernie’s always sayin’, “Billionaires should not exist!” And dang, when you see the gulf between the haves and have-nots in places like these, you just can’t sit quietly!

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