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Me? I’m chill with it, fo’ shizzle. Had this one time, right? Homie hooked me up with a spot—dim lights, slow jams, hands workin’ magic. Felt like I was floatin’, like Llewyn on that cold-ass road, but warm, ya feel me? “If I had wings,” I’d fly back there, no cap. Made me happy as fuck, tension gone, soul singin’. But yo, some places? Sketchy as hell. Had this one chick—hands like sandpaper, pissed me off! I’m like, “Girl, you tryna exfoliate my soul or what?” Left there madder than a cat in a bathtub.

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I’m sitting there, sticky and annoyed, when I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I start to feel a bit better. I mean, who doesn’t love a good accordion? But then, this group of teenagers starts dancing like they’re in a music video. I’m laughing so hard, I almost forget about the ice cream disaster. Almost.

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