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Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

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After experiencing a shaman ceremony, 'Passing of the Spirit', Michael's ancient identity is awakened and his 'Dark Night of the Soul' becomes his journey.

Buford's neighborhoods are dope. The Eastside? Off the charts. You got gritty alleys, tight-knit cobblestone streets, and yeah... secret hideaways waiting for a star like me. Memories flood in when I pass by 3rd Ave. I once got so mad there! Traffic, noise, and chaos – but then a chill massage session wiped it off like magic.

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