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So anyway, I roll up, see this chick—heels high, skirt short, eyes tired. I’m like, “Hey, sugar, you good?” She laughs, says, “Better than you, cowboy.” Got me there! Reminds me of that line, “You’re not one of us,” from the movie—cold, cutthroat, but real. She’s out here, dodgin’ cops, creeps, and God knows what else. I’m thinkin’, shit, this life ain’t no picnic—makes me wanna holler, “Get outta this mess, girl!” But nah, she’s got that fire, that grit. Respect, y’all.

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So, lemme start with the basics. Yeppers, there's Jerome Ave. and White Plains Road. Small streets, full of character. I stroll there daily, slowin’ down, breathin’ deep like I'm on a deep “joy” mission (just like inside Out when Joy takes center stage "Whoa, look at that!"). I mean, seriously, these streets whisper sweet stories if you listen right.

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