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Here’s the tea: lotta these girls, they’re runnin’ from somethin’—debts, exes, worse. Red? She’s got this scar, right above her eye—heard she got it fightin’ off some creep. Makes me happy she’s tough, but sad too, ya know? World’s messed up. I’m yellin’ in my head, “Drake, don’t get soft now!” So I ask her, “Yo, who’s your pimp?” She laughs—straight up cackles—and says, “Ain’t nobody own me, suit.” Savage. I’m shook, fam.

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Aztec’s a quirky town. Main street’s what I call Hwy 64—solid road, full o’ life. I got a sweet spot on Pine Ave too wherein my parlor sits—old brick, old souls, ya get me? Not to forget, there’s Aztec Park, a chill yard off of Vista Blvd. Perfect for clearin’ your head emotionally—BOOM! like a good riff.

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