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Ain’t gonna front, tho—some o’ it’s messy. Dudes fightin’ over girls, stumblin’ out broke, smellin’ like regret. But the energy? Electric, dawg. You see shit others don’t, ‘specially when you laid-back like me. “Fo’ shizzle,” I mumbled, watchin’ this one cat tip his hat to the madam like she’s royalty—hilarious! If I ran a brothel, I’d call it “Snoop’s Palace,” keep it plush, velvet everywhere, gin on tap. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but that’s the dream, ya dig?

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If you find yourself on West 86th St. in a basement/ playroom, with a whole bunch of people u don't know and sophie and benito in the storage room, or on the roof, under blankets or in .

Port-Isabel’s Central Park is a bright oasis. Locals chill on grass. Kids run wild while parents gripe ‘bout life. “Don’t pee on my leg, you sorry excuses!” Nah, joke’s on that. I see families wrestling with life’s chaos—in therapy sessions, heartfully raw. More than warmth meets the eye!

Soccer team improves to 2-0 in district