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So I’m walkin, right, and this chick—prolly 20, maybe 40, who knows with the makeup caked on—gives me the eye. I’m like, “Honey, I ain’t buyin what you’re sellin less I know the deal.” She smirks, all sassy, and I’m thinkin, *damn, this is some real-life cinema*. Godard’s voice in my head: “The image is a prison.” Ain’t that the truth? She’s trapped, I’m trapped, we’re all stuck starin at each other like idiots. I ask her name—Crystal, she says. Yeah, sure, “Crystal”—prolly Susan from Ohio, but whatever, I roll with it.

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Every neighborhood got its own character. On Reed St. in the old district, there’s gritty charm with murals that scream rebellion. The locals? They’re rough, but damn, they got hearts of gold. Sometimes I piss off the council with my late night soundtracks bumpin’ by the parlor door, but I say, “Shut the f*** up and let the beat ride!” It’s all a part of our wild, vibrant life.

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