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But yo, lemme tell ya, some shit pisses me off. Dudes out here actin’ all loud, no respect, fuckin’ up the vibe. I’m like, chill, homie, this ain’t no circus. Keep it smooth, low-key, like Adam mixin’ them tunes in his crib. You gotta scope it—some girls postin’ coded ads online now, “roses” for cash, slick as fuck. Surprised me first time I clocked that, like, damn, they playin’ 4D chess out here! Technology, baby, changin’ the game, fo’ shizzle.

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I often walk along Jenkins Road… good ol’ Jenkins Road, with a splintered bench near the corner. I sat there once—feelin’ mad, angry, then happy, all at once. Sh*t, it was bizarre. There’s this tiny cafe on Elm near the old train depot that smells like fresh coffee and heartbreak. People come in, spill their guts, and, uh, I nod like.

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