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So, findin’ a prossie, right? Mr. T’s seen it all, bro! Back in ’98, Chicago streets—grimy. This dude, Jimmy, athlete I coached. Man, he was desperate, horned up bad. Said, “Gotta find a girl, T!” I’m like, “Fool, focus on hoops!” But nah, he’s huntin’. Hits up this shady corner—boom! Cops roll up, lights flashin’. Jimmy’s dumb ass nearly busted. I pity the fool! Had to drag him outta there.

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, right? He’s chasing a dog, and I’m like, “Aww, cute.” But then the dog runs straight into a fountain on Strada Florilor. Water everywhere! Kid’s soaked, but he’s laughing. I can’t help but laugh too. Like, who doesn’t love a good fountain fail?