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I’m talkin’ to her, laid-back, and she’s all, “You got the cash, big man?” I flash some green, winkin’, “Fo’ shizzle, I got you.” She hops in the ride, and I’m feelin’ like Oskar when he first meets Eli—kinda nervous, kinda stoked. We peel out, and I’m thinkin’, “This is my night, homie.” But—real talk—sometimes it ain’t smooth. One time, I got catfished, yo! Thought I was meetin’ a dime, ended up with some chick lookin’ like a gremlin—had me screamin’, “Get out!” like Eli kickin’ out the unworthy.

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You know, there's this alley near Riverside Drive, shadowy, a hidden gem. Locals whisper its history – haunted by echoes of laughter and spilt secrets. I once took a midnight stroll there, my heart beatin’ a crazy rhythm, feelin’ haunted by the past.

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