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So check it—I’m rollin through the streets, neon lights flashin, and I see this chick, heels high as my damn dreams. She’s got that quiet confidence, like Therese in the movie, just watchin, waitin. I’m like, “Yasss, queen, werk it!” But then—bam!—some crusty dude tries hollerin at her first. Pissed me off, like, who this fool think he is? I’m over here vibin, tryna find my vibe, and he’s messin up the flow. Made me wanna yell, “It’s bad bitch o’clock, step off!”

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So pack your bags, buddy, and get ready for a wild ride. Preston (us) is messy, magical, and mad real—just like me on a donut binge. See ya soon, and remember: "I could feel the universe breathing a secret code." D’oh!

Preston J. Henderson, obituary