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I ain’t judgin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” but she’s swimmin’ in it. Chatted her up, all casual-like. “How’s biz?” I growl. She laughs, says, “Slow, big guy, rent’s due.” Made me sad, y’know? These girls, they’re out here hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps and cops. Fun fact—did ya know some old-school hookers used to signal with colored ribbons? Red for “ready,” blue for “busy.” Bet she don’t know that, but it’s stuck in my head now.

Beautiful Mount Airy Lodge

Life here is a mixtape, beats and mishits. Each day spits a new verse, like Kanye droppin truth. Sometimes rugged, sometimes smooth. And damn, the energy? It’s unmatched, like in Timbuktu: raw, fierce, spiritual.

Mount Airy takes down defending 4A State Champion Davie, West Forsyth