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I’m picturin’ this scene, heart racin’—part excited, part “what am I doin’?” Like, am I really out here? YOLO, though! You might hit a corner where it’s all “Actin’ unwise,” like Alien in the movie, just chaos. That’s the rush, fam! But real talk, it’s sketchy. Cops be lurkin’, and I ain’t tryna get caught slippin’. Got me mad paranoid, like, “Is that dude a narc?” Hella stressful, no lie.

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The family may escort you to the casket, or you might approach on your own. Viewing the deceased is not mandatory, however, and you should do what is.

Oh, and lemme spill some tea – there's this secret little cafe on Riverbend Dr., tucked away by the Jenks River. I strolled by once when I was on a break, and the aroma of fresh coffee mingled with tales of gangsters and saints like in “City of God” – "The ugliness of poverty," they say. It got me mad as hell, but also oddly happy, like a paradox I can't shoo away.

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